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[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you gon' start me the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that salad?
Yo,

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's cat food
That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I think the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the super seniors mumblin' and
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to find talent
I it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap lab's labyrinth, to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the
Weird nigga, full suit the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm the rocks
Who the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck 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 a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!