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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & Rocky]
That's hot and
Don't say like that
You start me from the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt the holster, I ain't playing games
But got lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's,
So cut the crap like shit
'Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them that's all shiny with thick water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got more space than big jeans, y'all on me
Explain why got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look sneakers
Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play
Face wall polices come
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel
Bless at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the
If don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and
rapping?
I find it hard to find actual
I find it to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's
to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo
I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born
You animal, you are corn

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!