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[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you gon' start me from the top?
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 cold shoulder, I can speak for
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who do it so I pass 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 like shit barbers
Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick
I got back pains, neck heavy whipped cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all on me
Explain why got shit 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
Y'all weak
thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, ball, face wall when polices come
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I you
Got a bullet with your on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's cat food
dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to find actual
I it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

3: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a shed
But they sleeping on me man like arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!