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Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go Im a fuckin walkin paradox, no, Im not Threesomes with a fuckin triceratops, Reptar Rappin as Im mockin deaf rock stars Wearin synthetic wigs made of Anwars dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin Flintstone Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryin to get grown About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, Ima scribble this sin and shit While Syd is tellin me that shes been getting intimate with men Heres the number to my therapist You tell him all your problems, hes fuckin awesome with listenin Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin Wang Jesus called, he said hes sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin, this isnt a fuckin hotline For a fuckin shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And hes not fuckin workin, I think Im wastin my damn time Im clockin three past six and goin postal This the revenge of the dicks, thats nine cocks that cock 9s This aint no V. Tech shit, or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time I slipped myself some pink Xannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My moms gone, that fuckin broad will never understand me Im not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin them Ill crash that fuckin airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And wont stop until the cops come in Im an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, dont need em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin to feed em Its some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin leaves Its been a couple months And Tina still aint perm her fuckin weave Damn Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines Im in Oh, not again, another critic writing report Im stabbin any bloggin faggot hipster with a pitchfork Still suicidal, I am Im Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin knife in my hand Im Wolf, Ace gon put that fuckin hole in my head And Im Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just wanna know if my father would ever like me But I dont give a fuck, so hes probably just like me A motherfuckin goblin Thats what my conscience said Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit Dead

For real, for real this time For real, for real, for real this time Bitch, I cannot fall short For real, for real, for real this time For real, for real, for real this time Cause you make my earth quake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up And its making my heart break Cause you make my earth quake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up And its making my heart break Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault ’Cause when it all comes crashing down I’ll need you Cause you make my earth quake Oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, you’re telling me something is bad And its making my heart break Cause you make my earth quake, oh, you make my earth quake Riding around, your love be shakin me up And it’s making my heart break We aint gotta ball, D. Rose, huh I dont give a fuck bout none, huh Breathin like fuck my lungs, huh Just might call my lawyer, huh Plug gon set me up, huh Bih, dont set me up Im with Tyler, yuh He ride like the car, huh And she wicked, huh, yuh Like Woah Vicky, huh, yeah Oh, my God, hold up, um These diamonds not Tiffany, huh, yeah So in love So in love Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its my fault Cause when it all comes crashing down Ill need you Cause you make my earth quake I dont want no confrontation, no And you dont want my conversation I just need some confirmation on how you feel, for real You dont want no complication, no I dont want no side information I just need to know whats happening Cause Im for real I said dont leave, its my fault I said dont leave, its my fault Dont leave, its, its my fault, girl Dont, do-do-do-do-do, Ill need—

Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album, you feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyen, shouts out to Frankie Ocean Shouts out to Syd the Dude Shouts out to L-Boy, awwwwk I told you The big-eared bandit is tossin all his manners In a bag and wrappin them in Saran wrap bandages Tossin em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches So when he says, Catch up, nigga, it looks like an accident Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest My bitch white and black like shes been mimicking a panda Its the dark-skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain I never had a reason, nigga, I was just Ableton Not a fucking Logic-contradicting dickhead Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit Semen-scented cheetah printed tee In that Preme five-panel, Ill repeat it for the season Previous items in the present With the normal-ass past like I cheated on my team Its me To have some type of knowledge that is one perception But knowin you own your opponent is a defeatin bonus Im Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin Im on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood Whips, drugs, jewels and your pet, Im stealin your rims Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin boot And salute like the troop, when they shoot, you gon brrrooop Its KILLHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop And out my Kool-Aid, Juice Whats up, bitch? Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my nigga, we get it in Wolf Gang party at the hotel I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell You know Left Brain need a freak I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Dont be surprised if I ask where the hash at Nigga, Im tryna smoke, bitch, get higher Domo, where that Flocka Flame? Talking bout a lighter Still bang salute me or just shoot me Cause if you dont salute me then my team will do the shooting Yeah, my nigga Ace will pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac We like the mafia, bitch, dont get to slacking up And if these haters acting up, throw em in the aqueduct Free my nigga Earl, yo, I dont really ask for much But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus What the fuck is caution? Often I leave em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins Lost in translation, the dreams you chase Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base Thats great, Im home alone dreaming of two on ones With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp Three lettermans that Ace has been making him No strays while we catching matinees, huh? Im getting blazed thinking bout those days I had the top off the GT3 like toupees One finger in the air, alls fair when crime pays My grand scheme of things is to be attached To the game like bitches to their wedding rings And you dont even need to look cause we gleam obscene In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem If you say, Get em, Mike G, then I got em One man squadron, nigga, Im a problem From Briggs, I got bars and plans to Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still And if I said it then it is or its gonna be real OF til I OD and I probably will, uh Its still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Probably not Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin drop Bitch, Im in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Culk Ive been runnin blocks since a snotty tot Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks Now Im all grown, same song, just a different waltz Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop Op, Dom next shit in your wish list Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list And Im lifted til Im stiff outta this bitch Odd in your motherfuckin area Blood clots give me five feet fore I bury ya Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up And fuck your team, ho, nigga, wassup? Wolf Gang so you know we not givin no fucks You know me dog, Im a chill in the cut So I can cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga Right, right Rent a supercar for a day Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze Bro, easy on the ounce, thats a lot for a day But just enough for a week, my nigga, what can I say? Im high and Im bi, wait, I mean Im straight Ima get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day Course you know the vibes just as fly as the rhymes On the song, cut and you could sample the feel Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real Used to work the grill, fat burger and fries Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own? Humble old me had to flex for the folks Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone Bumping oldies off my cellular phone Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone Bumping oldies off my cellular phone Goddammit! Rapping is stupid and its hard Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go Hey, its Jasper, not even a rapper Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster Got a TV show, so I guess Im an actor Pothead, half-baked, lookin like Chappelle Rollin up a blunt with that fire from hell Still ignorant, still hit a bitch Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still dont give a shit Catch me in the back with Mileys on my lap Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat Hah, nigga came through with a 9-bar real quick Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket Fuck it, Wolf Gang Yeah, fuck that Look, for contrast, heres a pair of lips Swallowin sarapin, settin fire to sheriffs whips Fuckin All-American terrorist Crushin rapper larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is Spit til the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is Narrow, tight line, might impair him since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type Feral, fuckin ill-apparel-wearin pack of parasites Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up Raidin fridges, tippin over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks And sixty-day chips from fuckin awesome anonymous Call him bloated til he show em that the flow deluxe Off the wall loafers, Four Loko in a cobra clutch Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb The culprit of the potent punch Scoldin hot as dunkin scrotum in a Folgers cup Or Nevada, drivin drunk inside a stolen truck And shittin like his colon bust Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, Im rollin over the novices And roamin through the forest and spittin cold as his porridge is Stay gold til the case closed and the story end Post mortem porkin this rap shit and record it To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin the gate, ensurin the bass Scorchin, leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache Indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky So see me, you cant, like Crunchy Black catchin a taxi Uh, back like lateral passin With that motherfuckin gladiator manner of rappin As an addict, I let Percocet and Xannies relax me Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please OF, shit, thats all I got From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak Shreddin down Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin block Storefront, knee tat Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks And grip tape... and my shoes Um, I was fifteen when I first drew that donut Five years later, for our label, yeah, we own it I started an empire, I aint even old enough To drink a fucking beer, Im tipsy off this soda pop This is for the niggers in the suburbs And the white kids with nigga friends that say the n-word And the ones who got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats and Steven Spielberg They say we aint actin right Always try to turn our fuckin color into black and white But theyll never change em, never understand em Radicals my anthem, turn my fuckin amps up So instead of critiquing and bitchin, bein mad as fuck Just admit, not only are we talented, were rad as fuck, bitches OFM, banging on your FM Gnaw, 2011, yeah Golf Wang

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o- You live in my dream state Relocate my fantasy I stay in reality You live in my dream state Any time I count sheep Thats the only time we make up, make up You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids Now, I dont wanna wake up 20/20, 20/20 vision Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, eye Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind I said, I said Im sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing Youre the one thats always running through my daydreams, I I can only see your face when I close my eyes So... Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said, Im bout to go to war And I dont know if Ima see you again Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said, Im bout to go to war And I dont know if Ima see you again Ugh, switch it up I said, okay, okay, okay, okey-dokey, my infatuation Is translating to another form of what you call it? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I aint met you, Ive been looking Stop the waiting fore I stop the chasing, like an alcoholic You dont understand me—what the fuck do you mean? Its them rose-tinted cheeks, yeah, its them dirt-colored eyes Sugar-honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene Yeah, Id give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie Ugh! 20/20, 20/20 vision Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, eye Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind I said, I said Im sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing Youre the one thats always running through my daydreams, I I can only see your face when I close my eyes So... Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said Im bout to go to war I dont know if Ima see you again Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said Im bout to go to war And I dont know if Ima see you again Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o— Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o— Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o— (La la, la la la la, la la La la, la la la la) One more time?

I never wouldve thought that Feelings could get thrown in the air Cause I accidentally caught that I need some new boxing gloves Shit got hectic whenever I fought back For example, ten minutes cant go past without you brushing my thoughts Thats fourteen forty a day so Ill say a hundred and forty-four times I think about you or something like that Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else I dont like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong Cause I get so fucking mad when you dont write back This isnt a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo And find time to write facts, fuck I love you Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow? Yeah, thats good I fucking hate you, but I love you Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled Youre good at being perfect Were good at being troubled, yeah I fucking hate you, but I love you Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled Youre good at being perfect Were good at being troubled, yeah Girl, you fucking with my emotions The fuck is all this noise about? I even considered picking up smoking You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out? But in my dog house My bitch is the raddest Crazy who makes me the happiest can make me the saddest Look Alice, lets get lost in your wonder-er-land, fuck an atlas Youre perfectly perfect for me What the fuck is this, practice? Actually, if you even consider leaving Ill lose a couple screws in due time, Ill stop breathin And youll see the meaning of stalkin When I pop out the dark to find you And that new dude that youre seein with an attitude Then proceed to fuck up your evenin Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans Cause when I hear your name, I cannot stop cheesin I love you so much that my heart stops beatin when youre leavin And Im grievin and my heart starts bleedin Life without you has no goddamn meanin Sorry, Im passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason Its that my mood change like these goddamn seasons I fall for you, but I love you Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled Youre good at being perfect Were good at being troubled Yeah The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it tonight The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it The skys falling bitch, lets try to catch it tonight Cmon baby, even though I hate you, I still love you I love you And Salem, my love Im passive aggressive I like when we hold hands See I get jealous And if I see that nigga I just might kill him, haha Love, love, love Im in love I fucking hate you, but I love you Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled Youre good at being perfect Were good at being troubled, yeah I fucking hate you, but I love you Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled Youre good at being perfect Were good at being troubled, yeah Yo, why is Samuel such a fucking dick? He isnt such a badass actually. Hes only here because he ran away, because some shit happened back home. Hes actually a dweeb Yo, what happened?

Golden rubbers in these denim pockets On my waist, theres a black Glock New girl moved on the block She been plottin on my brown cock Last night I slept over hers During sex, I overheard A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na Rolled off the bed, then shot back, pow-pow Blood on the sheets, probably spillin from my gash Looked out the glass, seen him sprintin on the grass A real ninja, with the blade and the mask Had them gold ninja stars, and red Supreme nunchuks Now she tryna patch me up, but Girl, I was just tryna get a nut bust If thats your ex, you should probably own a pistol But Im guessin its wiser to exit with dude The blinds wide open so he can See you in the dark when youre sleepin Naked body, fresh out the shower And you touch yourself after hours Aint no man allowed in your bedroom Youre sleeping alone in bed But check your window Hes at your window Night light hits off, turnin kisses to bites Im a down to Earth nigga with intentions thats right Youll be down in Earth quicker if you diss me tonight But Ill be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight We can chill and I can act like I dont wanna fuck You can tell me all your problems like I really give one But I give two for us cause youre the one that I want Dont wanna seem like a punk pussy that simps over punk pussy See when Im with my friends I just put on a front But in the back of my top, Im writing songs about we We, as including I, and yourself, making three Little ones, the drums are hitting pretty hard if you ask me Youre a pretty broad in the top three Of things that Ive been waiting to come, so Meet me by the lake around 10 and skinny dippin and then We can begin the pretend game, I wanna be Finn from Adventure Time The blinds wide open so he can See you in the dark when youre sleepin Naked body, fresh out the shower And you touch yourself after hours Aint no man allowed in your bedroom Youre sleeping alone in bed But check your window Hes at your window One, two; youre the girl that I want Three, four, five, six, seven; shit Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this And I just couldnt take it, youre so motherfuckin gorgeous Gorgeous, baby youre gorgeous I just wanna drag your lifeless body to the forest And fornicate with it But thats because Im in love with you, cunt I just wanna talk, and conversate Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date So just say yes, let the future fall into place I just wanna talk and conversate Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date So just say yes, let the future fall into place, cunt The blinds wide open so he can See you in the dark when youre sleepin Naked body, fresh out the shower And you touch yourself after hours Aint no man allowed in your bedroom Youre sleeping alone in bed But check your window Hes at your window The blinds wide open so he can See you in the dark when youre sleepin Naked body, fresh out the shower You touch yourself after hours Aint no man allowed in your bedroom Youre sleeping alone in bed Hes at your window One, two; youre the girl that I want Three, four, five, six, seven; shit Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this And I just couldnt take it, youre so motherfuckin gorgeous Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous

Uh Uh Uh How you doin? My name is Lonely, nice to meet you Heres my number You can reach me, woo! 911, call me some time 911, call me some time 911 911 Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My thirst levels are infinity and beyond Sippin on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé Cant see straight, these shades are Céline Dion Sucks you cant gas me up, shout out to Elon Musk, yeah, I got a sold-out show Crowd wild out but dont matter cause you not front row Ive been lookin for a keeper, listen to the speaker If you fit description, hit me on my beeper At that 911 Call me some time Please bang my line, you know Ill answer Call me some time Please bang my line Call me 911, call me some time You should call me 911, call me some time 911, 911, Chirp, chirp Chirp, chirp Woke up in the burbs, burbs, with the birds, birds Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve These days you gotta find time Even the nightline Work line Dial nine Five car garage Full tank of the gas But that dont mean nothing, nothing Nothin, nothin, without you shotgun in the passenger Im the loneliest man alive But I keep on dancing to throw em off Im gon run out of moves cause I cant groove to the blues If you know any DJs, tell em to call me at 911... I cant even lie, Ive been lonely as fuck Old lonely ass nigga I cant even lie, Ive been lonely as fuck Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something I cant even lie, Ive been lonely as fuck Old weird ass nigga I cant even lie, Ive been Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely They say the loudest in the room is weak Thats what they assume, but I disagree I say the loudest in the room Is prolly the loneliest one in the room Attention seeker, public speaker Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin lonely Writin songs about these people Who do not exist, hes such a fuckin phony One thing I know, is that I wanna Win so bad, but Im not Chicago My heart is low, its real low, its so low You cant lift me up, Im like Gallardo From the start its been real dark Its been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh Im playin like Hasbro Im really Saari, call me Arto Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla I know you sick of me talkin bout cars But what the fuck else do you want from me? That is the only thing keepin me company Purchase some things until Im annoyed These items is fillin the void Been fillin it for so long I dont even know if its shit I enjoy Current battle as an adult My partner is a shadow I need love, do you got some I could borrow? Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow But that never comes Like a vasectomy, what have I done? I got the talent, the face and the funds Found myself long ago but I havent found someone Mirror, mirror on the wall The loneliest of them all Cupid actin stupid Do you got another number I could call? Never had a pet I never had a pet Theres more fish in the sea But I never had a goldfish to begin with I never had a dog So Ive never been good with bitches Cause I never threw a ball, fetch I never had a pet, thats where it stems from, I bet Treat me like direct deposit Check in on me sometime Ask me how Im really doin So I never have to press that 911 Ohh! Ohh Shit! Fuck! Ohh! Shit! Ohh! Damn! Damn!

Yo, who dat boy? Who him is? Him that ni-gga, I swear Stand out guy, him dont need no chair Well, where the fuck him at? Cause nigga, Im right here I dont shop at the mall, all yall just Dumb mothafucka, Im a goddamn artist You can give me some markers and Ill draw you a closet And you know that its GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt The boy drips swag like a broken faucet Its runnin, nigga, Im runnin shit That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston Wont stop til the cops surround him One nigga jiggy and the other awesome With his fuckin face blown off, thats how they found him Its Young T Who dat boy? Who him is? Who dat boy? Who him is? Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is? Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga? Why you niggas feel like that? Mad cause a nigga neck chill like that You mad cause a nigga push wheel like that? Why you puttin bad vibes in the air like that? Nigga, who dem boys? Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is? Who else step in this bitch this jig? Who else your bitch say got a bick this big? Who else came through with a wrist this flick? Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass Never seen a nigga in this much Raf Still doin math when I miss my class Was it Summertime 06, had the Number ine Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time Fresh freshmen til they skipped my ass Senior citizen, dont forget my pass Been that nigga and you knew that there Make the dick disappear, how she do that there? Who dat boy? Who him is? Who dat boy? Who him is? Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is? Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga? Why you niggas feel like that? Mad cause a niggas neck chill like that You mad cause a nigga push wheel like that? Why you puttin bad vibes in the-? Fuck the rap, Im tryna own a planet From my other fuckin business ventures These niggas these days Actin like some bitches, like theyre fuckin with ya Teeth is glistenin, Jesus, Christmas He just shittin, she exquisite, bitches be expensive And I dont even need attention WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío Im currently lookin for 95 Leo My mom say she worried because Im so ill I should stay in bed, but got too much bread To make, she said watch my weight So I stayed home and start eatin some meals Get out of my way güey, boy, thats McLaren Thats 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, Im gone Oh, fuck

Thats a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln Town Car, aint it? Big enough to take these broken hearts and put em in it Now Im drivin round on the boulevard, trunk bleedin And every time the cops pull me over, they dont ever see them They never see them And Ive got this black suit on Roamin around like Im ready for a funeral Five more miles til the road runs out Im about to drive in the ocean Ima try to swim from somethin bigger than me Kick off my shoes And swim good, and swim good Take off this suit And swim good, and swim good, good Got some pretty good beats on this 808s CD, yeah Memory seats Im sittin on stay heated I woulda put tints on my windows, but whats the difference? If I feel like a Ghost, no Swayze Ever since I lost my baby Ive had this black suit on Roamin around like Im ready for a funeral One more mile til the road runs out, out Im about to drive in the ocean Ima try to swim from somethin bigger than me Kick off my shoes And swim good, and swim good Take off this suit And swim good, and swim good, good Im goin off Dont try stopping me Im goin off Dont try saving No flares No vest And no fear Waves are washin me out Im about to drive in the ocean Ima try to swim from somethin bigger than me Kick off my shoes And swim good, and swim good Take off this suit And swim good, and swim good, good Dont die

Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window I saw a photo, you looked joyous My eyes are green, I eat my veggies I need to get her out the picture Shes really fuckin up my frame Shes not developed like we are Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic , new magic, new magic wand My brother said Im on the spectrum Dont call me selfish, I hate sharin This 60-40 isnt workin I want a hundred of your time, youre mine Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now Please dont leave me now I wanna be found, passenger in your car You wanna be mean, mixed signals, dont park Shes gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand We can finally be together You roll the dice, hit a seven, sure you right Beginners luck, you not my first, who gives a fuck? Your other one evaporate, we celebrate You under oath, now pick a side and if you dont Ill pick you both Its not a joke, murder she wrote Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear I live life with no fear, except for the idea That one day you wont be here I will not fetch the ball Eyes are green, I eat my vegetables It has nothin to do with that broad But if it did, guarantee shed be gone, well I got a plan, bout to walk in the pen If you cant understand, Im a hawk in the gym Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest That I need to get off, or I aint talkin to them Cant be in the picture if it got no frame Gon let the world know cause I aint got no shame Blow the whole spot up, cause I aint– I wanna share last names, I wanna be your number one Not the other one, keep it on the low Im in my right mind, keep it on a high Janis Joplin spillin feelings, now Im out here moppin em Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned New magic wand

Im saying, you know, like. All I ever told you to do was grow up, dont grow down. You know, like, you know, grow up. Dont grow down, grow out. You go from being a kid, just doing your thing, hanging out with your friends. Months later youre world-famous. Youre a gay rights activist, and you dont even know it. You know what, I dont wanna say it to you no more, Tyler. Fuck you, Tyler! Watch me get this money, nigga; tired of being hungry, nigga Nothing funny, sass me while Im thrashing, Ima punch a nigga Never made of plastic, Im a savage -- you look lunch, my nigga Passing all you hating fucking fags we dont discuss, my nigga We aint on no jolly shit and we dont pop no Mollies, bitch Im hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense We the last of a dying breed And we dont give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person Watch me get this money, Im up when the birds chirping Make actions, fuck rehearsing Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five You niggas gon give me mine, I dont have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine Summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five You niggas gon give me mine, cause I dont have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent or dont know if whether Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched I was defiant, always said, Fuck shit Hated the popular ones, now Im the popular one Also hated homes too, til I start coppin me some See I dont beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the bs And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself These fucking rappers got stylists cause they cant think for themselves See, they dont have an identity, so they needed some help, but Really, boy? Posers looking silly, boy Im in that past season Preme shit, older than Tity Boi Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is Diddy Riese Nakel Smith, Transworld page 64 Poppin like oil ollie in fire flames Im harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game The fuck am I saying? Tylers not even a violent name About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists God damn menace, 666 and hes not finished And my shits missing, he hates women, but love kittens? See yall niggas tripping, man Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs Look at that Mom who thinks Im evil, hold that grudge against me Though Im the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat Look at the kid who had the .9 and tried to blow out his mind But talk is money, I said, Hi, I guess I bought him some time Look at the ones in the crowd -- that shit is barnacles, huh? They thought I wasnt fair until I threw a carnival, huh? But then again, Im an atheist that just worships Satan And its probably why Im not getting no fucking album placements And MTV could suck my dick, and I aint fuckin playing Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for they fucking ratings Analog fans are getting sick of the rape All the Tron Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes But what about me, bitch? Im getting sick of complaints But I dont hate it when Im taking daily trips to the bank Oh but no but, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think? My fans dont, they turning on me, shit, theyre almost extinct Fuck buying studio time, Ima go purchase a shrink Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five You niggas gon give me mine, I dont have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine Summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five You niggas gon give me mine, I dont have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me But Momma, Im close to the edge as possible All I’m seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me That the 40s half off, like you know that cliff Dont need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs Brother the Pigeons is us Bid you goodnight and good luck Samuels here! Wheres Wolf? Fucking faggot. Salem was mine, bitch! Was that good enough, you fucking pussy?

La, la, la, la, la, la, la AAAAHHH! Satans getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us Books on not giving a fuck is what theyre referring us Wolves, I know you heard of us, were murderers And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead, I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby Im not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future, youre not in our categore Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours I hate this, screaming, Fuck patience! Got a nigga shaking like the calmest, fucking Haitian After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary Kate went I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose She running round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops Victim, victim, honey, youre my fifth one Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a fucking death wish? Im a genie, itll get done Nice to meet you, but its more pleasant to eat you With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup Bitch, Im Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper Take her to Ladera, now shes scared and youre embarrassed Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now its time to fish her like Derek Satan says were dangerous, were trading kids for angel dust And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jacksons trying to suck our dick Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer They will never catch him or catch up They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yeah This the type of shit that make children break in apartments When you tell a fucking orphan you dont love them til they heart thin Starve her til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinsons disorder Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border Ill be the only wetback who aint really touched the water Cause Ill be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus daughter Im awesome, and I fuck dolphins Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister Evident that Im the shit, Im the Pooh like Tigger dick I got these cracker doctors saying, yeah Bob, this nigga’s sick Animal safari, if I offend you Im sorry Because Im the blackest skinhead since India Arie I dont smoke weed, so no need for the matches I said fuck coke and now Im snorting Hitlers ashes I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma Being the only bastard in a box logo casket Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets In some Kanye West glasses screaming out fuck faggots Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dads dick Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic What the fuck? I... Im speechless, that was... fuck Shit, Tyler, youre gonna need some help Im not a... fuck it, different subject Hows that girl you were telling me about?

Swag, 2011 Young Nigga Sick to my motherfucking tummy Bitch must think Im a motherfucking dummy Because I dress bummy, bitch think Im broke Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money Popping since Bastard, Clancys my slave master Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit thats weighing on Jasper Ive never popped a bottle, but Ive fucked a couple models in Europe Yup, and a couple of them swallowed Meet me halfway, bitch Im going all-in And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs And said I was a racist homophobic So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing Feelings getting caught, its off, Im pissing You think I give a fuck? I aint even stick my dick in yet And while yall are rolling doobies I be in my bedroom scoring movies Still excited like a fucking newbie Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me A year ago, I aint have no hoopty Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs Just to see where my fucking roof be Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Wait a Goddamn second Im tripping balls, David Beckham Would fall cause shits going down Just like Rodney King swimming lessons Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking bout freeing perms And purchasing weapons, naming them and aim em in One Direction It sounds like midgets in a Goddamn speaker Any time you play this shit loud But thats just me trying to get milk now And the grunts of the goddamn cow Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook suck my Peter Pan camera, repeat procedure And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Cut it out! I said I didn’t want no goddamn lettuce I don’t want that shit I don’t want your goddamn lettuce

Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale! They say Ive calmed down since the last album Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Ummm Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns And I dont give a shit, bend my rectum Somebody said bands make her dance You think youre getting cash, no bitch, youre dumb The only thing that youre gonna get is this dick Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam Here, take a goddamn picture And tell Spike Lee hes a goddamn nig​ger And while youre at it, pass the lotion And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun Before I cum, I call your sister When she comes over, I take picture Instantly put it on Instagram And suplex her off a building if I get banned Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why yall so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans, bitch, Im on Your boy is bad to the bone Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision And if hes tripping off my sneak dissing Then he has to deal with me and my minions Tryna get a bimmer, E46 Have you heard 48? Motherfucker, Im great Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves From cuts for the Biebs, cause hes puffin the trees, please Fuck I look like? Got a new bike Tire never pop like the puss on a butch dyke Think I give a fuck, I do go raw Then I bust in her jaw like My urethra, hole that I pee from Bigger than the obese neck on Aretha Now turn that snare down Im back like Im Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus Like, Youre going to jail now Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why yall so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans, bitch, Im on Your boy is bad to the bone How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions Yes, I can sir, where the lump is Sicker than the last bar bold-er, I’m a CO Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch, I’m badder than my BO Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos Yeah, buddy, this is my jam, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no, fuck you, na, na, na, na, na, na! Why yall so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans, bitch, Im on Your boy is bad to the bone How many fags can a lightbulb screw? Well if it has a dick, maybe two or six And tell the NRA Im about to lose my shit And shoot through Wayne LaPierres hair with a crucifix How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh? A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin Hope my mom dont catch me, tryna set mood Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I dont need lube, dry fist suits me Up and down, friction make a fap fap sound The shits kind of disgusting Fap time and before I flatline Clancy chimes in my room and catch me This shits so damn embarrassing, like— Oh, shit, aw, fuck What the fuck? Aw, Im sorry Is that my shirt? Yeah, sorry, I needed something Clean that shit up, were going to the office! Fuck

Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that cant put an 18 year old nigga Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album Well, Tyler, hi, Im Dr. TC and um, Im guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving Um, its gonna be three sessions: today, tomorrow, and the next day So, just tell me something about yourself... Well, look, if, if you dont talk, I mean, these sessions are going to go slower, so- This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought? This food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My fathers dead, well I dont know, well never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause Im so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed This meeting just begun, nigga Im Satans son My mother raised me, a single parent, so its apparent That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers Are much important, Im getting angrier while recording Im feeling like the bulls, Ive got a gang of wolves Odd Future is children thats fucked up in they mental Simple, but probably not, fuck them Im tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck Drunk white girls: the only way Ill get my dick sucked Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album pack enough evil That you cant fit inside a Jansport Go to school with this I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week Waking up with random girls like Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet? I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit No to drugs, I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes By those that were slow as molasses Take this shit to school Raquel treat me like my father, like a fucking stranger She still dont know I made Sarah to strangle her Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler All because she said no to homecoming, demons running Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts Im the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep I wear green hats because Im fortunately lucky Fuck me, the monster said, somehow the monsters dead Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble Im on my grind feeble, my music is either A fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church I graduated without honors or fucking father He died No bitch, dont even fucking bother I wanted a brother, my mother I told her But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation Thats having our brains racing like Dayton Wearing some fucking Heelys I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me But times Im so serious, you think Im silly Im doing Big Style Willy couldnt touch 11 Seven, whats religion nigga? I am legend I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition I created O.F. cause I feel were more talented Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci When they have kids they havent seen in years Impressing their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Fathers Day convention with a gold revolver Lifes a salad, Im a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, Im so damn rebellious Cause my mother let me do what I want She wasnt careless, protective she is the bear The shit is so bare, my diary isnt hid My father didnt give a fuck, so its something I inherit My mom is all I have so its never meet the parents When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy I’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice Im bad milk, drink it Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say Uh, who knows I might feel as Im evaluating My wrist is all red from the cutter Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer Is never thats equivalent to me and Sarah Well thats not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever My niggas wanna know if Im fucking, if Im kissing But Im sitting here downing beers simply just wishing With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen Cause I dont give a shit like sitting down pissing Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy Losers can never win me, you can never offend me My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momll attend the Ceremony with all my homies, Im suicidal This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this Fuck a deal, I just want my fathers email So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail Wow, umm So, Tyler, if you had the chance to tell him something What would you tell him?

Comparing scars before dinner Jump off the roof into the mirror Felt like summer to my December Was it my August? Shit, I dont remember I know my temperature was set You finally flew south The bird gon leave the nest, youre so chromatic At least I had it Instead of never Or maybe Im too dramatic Whether its rain or shine, I know Im fine for now My loves gone, my loves gone My loves gone, oh, gone Or maybe its just a dream that I cant seem to wake up from My loves gone, my loves gone My loves gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone I know love is, is all I got I just hope to God she got good taste Could put you on some shit you never seen Could play a couple songs that you could dance to I hope you know she cant compete with me Whether its rain or shine, I know Im fine for now My loves gone, my loves gone My loves gone, oh, gone Or maybe its just a dream that I cant seem to wake up from My loves gone, my loves gone My loves gone, oh, gone You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now You keep me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now Going away, and now Im scarred for life My love is gone , my love is gone My love is gone , my love is gone Ayo, its poison in that gumbo Emotion, feel Dumbo Ask me where my love go That bitch walked outside the front door Knock, knock, knock, knock Im not shocked, I brought this on me Its my fault, you gon leave Lesson taught, see The weatherman told me it wasnt rainin My stupid ass brought umbrellas I got a glimpse of your cloud and felt better Now its 90 degrees, and all the tricks up my sleeve Is drenched in sweat and delusion because I jet to conclusions You got your thing, I got nothing but memories I know your secrets, nigga Im not bitter or nothing, I understand that Everybody making a choice according to plan and We had two different blueprints, but understood influence You opened up early on, I thought I had a permit You started buildin a bridge and turned it into a fence Then my buildin got tore down all because of your new tenant Ill just buy up some new shit, never down with a lease You never lived in your truth, Im just happy I lived in it But I finally found peace, so peace I hate wasted potential, that shit crushes your spirit It really does, it crushes your soul Thank you for the love Thank you for the joy But I dont ever wanna fall in love again Thank you for the time Thank you for your mind, mind But I dont ever wanna fall in love again I said go, go Thank you for the love Thank you for the joy But I dont ever wanna fall in love again Thank you for the time Thank you for your mind, mind But I dont ever wanna fall in love again Again, again Again, again

I dont know where I’m going But I know what Im showing Feelings, thats what I’m pouring What the fuck is your motive? Man, I wish you would call me By your name cause Im sorry This is not apology You are such a distraction Thats what T on, aw Fuckin up my ambiance, pause You drive me cuckoo and not car Cause I want you like Leon Ware Okay, say again it Okay, wait a minute I dread that shit, I am Anwar Curiosity killed the feline, gone I think Ive fallen in love This time I think its for real I think I’ve fallen in love This time I think it’s for real How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? I notice that youre there, but I’m always in your hair And youre always under my microscope Waste of bread, I need your attention Im off balance, I need some fixin I’m your puppet, you are Jim Henson Fallen in love now I think Ive fallen in love Fell in love now This time I think its for real I think Im in love now I think Ive fallen in love I think Im in love now This time I think its for real How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? Take em to the bridge Four, four, four, four I think Ive fallen in love Fell in love now This time I think its for real I think Im in love now I think Ive fallen in love This time I think its for real

Uh, turn, what goes around comes around Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah Goes around comes around What goes, alright, like like Life goes in cycles Everything that comes around goes around Fore it goes down, get you some ice Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles Audemars before all of yalls Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh 12 oclock, boy, silly nice, huh Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh E.T. on the handles, uh Handlebars like a Xanax Shammgod with the AND1 moves Throw that shit round your neck Right quick, broke boys get fixed Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips Uh, thats a full cab and a back flip Uh, sidebar Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it Raf movin slow like a creep Shirt in the breeze like Im sailin And I walk in my sleep, I cant help that When’s the last time I asked for some help that I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah? I couldnt get from nobody out there Whens the last time I asked for some help that I couldnt get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody I dont get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin’ with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And Im bikin Im bikin with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TVs got the angles Im brakin… got… Bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin slow-mo Maybe the four wheel excitin us mo Im cold when the temperatures dip below 70s How can I be burr around L.A. coast? The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch On my lapel, at the table, Im givin a toast The first wedding that Ive been in my twenties Thinkin maybe someone is not somethin to own Maybe the government got nothin to do with it Thinkin maybe the feeling just comes and it goes Think I want me a lil one that look like my clone Me and my baby cant do on our own I landed a trick, got my impossibles Im fuckin with Addy, Im watchin my dose 24 hours like they never close Im bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh Im bikin uphill and its burnin my quads Im bikin downhill and it sound like a fishin rod Savage, Im bikin, yeah From Coldwater to the Shaw Alcoholic way I handle the bars This a PK, PK Ripper Nah, you cant fuck with the boy Thats my problem, yeah, I got em My tire smokin when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphires drown in my sweat White mags, but I jet Jackson, Im savin the streets Im Roger Rabbit in the air I dont care, Big Willie Style, yeah Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date I dont get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And Im bikin Im bikin with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TVs got the angles Im brakin Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike

For your boy Im watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor Im tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors Nigga Money, money, money, money, money aint the motive Whats your name again? Nobody knows it Dont speak to me, nigga, you not important Im focused Bring in the horns They say Im nutty, Im picnic basket Im short of a sandwich, Im peanut butter Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me Said I suckin at your neck, like a hickey, boy, Im sicky Like a HIV victim, aint nobody fuckin with me I got banned from New Zealand, why they called me a demon And a terrorist? Goddamn it, I couldnt believe it Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child idols a nig​ger I clearly dont give a fuck, so you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin album since the days of sound And that shit gon pop just like that nigga that was never round Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We aint lyin, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler, The Creator sweatin Jesus juice Put that fuckin cow on my level, cause Im raising the stakes Mom, I made you a promise, its no more section 8 And when we ate, it was the steaks, now our section is great Cause thats the level Im at, my nigga, pass em a plate Ye! Why, oh why, why, why dont they like me? Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks But Im the only nigga to ever check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where Im headin But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin They say Im crazy, but thats the best thing goin for me You cant lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin to me I made a million mistakes, but Im successful in spite of em I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me Are you still down? Yeah, my nigga Its on, its on, its on, its on I know they told they white daughters, Dont bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype I am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon Its funny, when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean, you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup? Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck Hold up I studied the proportions Emotions runnin at a Autobahn speed-level Had a drink with fear, and I was textin God He said, I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard, uh For your boy Im tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors Im watchin Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room Damn Hold your fuckin horses Niggas really fuckin thought that T lost it Like I bet it at a auction Been exhausted, I been workin While yall silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin losers Hold your fuckin ponies, my homie Ill whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoneys, yeah Its Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies I knock em down, Domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear Its them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys For the nine-nine and two-thousand But its the two-thou and The one-four and the one-five, yo, what up, Wayne? What up, Slime? Nigga, go hard Yeah, Ima go hard like before came Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad, and she give brain Thats that road head , thats a dream car Got a full tank of that same year I was born Thats that one-nine-nine-one Nother nigga like I, you wont find one Cause, nigga, Im a god, a divine one; Tune! My trigger finger wise, but my 9 dumb Middle finger blind, so its fuck A-N-Y-one Fuck, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son Im starin at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda Oh my goodness Wayne, them bitches ugly These niggas colder than Tommy buddy Ye, we hittin models like Tony Parker be hittin bottles Bitch, Im goin harder than yellow cabbies stoppin for Lionel They be duckin us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy, lets get a scrimmage And cut some niggas, Ill bring the Clippers And a couple owners thats kinda German You bring the nooses And a couple trees, where the money grow And get bodies burnin Cause Im tryna hang like Im Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham My new musics all over the street like Erick Sermon was Fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti-Golf boys cause I dont fuck with me either Im a liar, Im a faggot, ugh! Son, you need Jesus But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus Well, Im prayin for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin that we squash the beef like zucchini I know, it aint gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange, nah, faggot, its Golf Wang

Part 1 - FUCKING YOUNG Day that I met you, girl I knew that it was something special But I couldnt put my finger on it We met through mutual friends And this is where the story and confusion began Cause I was at nirvana but I had to pretend that I wasnt There go the policeman, knocking at my door Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat? Or do I answer real confused like, I dont know? Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when were bored Theres nobody at the door, man, Im so paranoid Fuck, cause Cause girl, youre perfect, but youre too fucking young And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up And girl, you stole my heart but youre too fucking young And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love A six-year Is a ten year And with the on my skin I dont want to be another You bring me And you fill a void that was once missing And There go the policeman, knocking at my door Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat? Or do I answer real confused like, I dont know? Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when were bored Theres nobody at the door, man, Im so paranoid Fuck, cause Cause girl, youre perfect, but youre too fucking young And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up And girl, you stole my heart but youre too fucking young And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love When youre 35, Ill be 41, and when Im 27, youll be 21 Yo, this is dumb, and when that time comes for that 1-8 Ill probably run, cause Im fucking terrified Yo this is dumb, you should find someone else Im not the one for you, shit, Im still growing up by myself And mentally youre older than me and that shit doesnt help Cause if they see you with T, theyll think T needs some help So when you mention hang, Im thinking about a tree and a belt And I dont want no relation, shit no relation Ship when my dick is longer than my attention- Span, its gonna suck if shit, hits that kitchen fan And splatter on me like my dick in my hand What? Im still fucking off, not good at ducking off Because I found a goose that I like, but Im still running off She gon want a nest, thats why I cannot get fucking caught Thats a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds, um But I found my wings, fuck I really like you I dont know what to do (And when temptation calls, I never pick up And girl, you stole my heart but youre too fucking young) Funny thing about this is By the time you hear this It wont even matter Ill be in the clear, haha Its T and Uncle Charlie! But youre too young But youre too young But youre too young Part 2 - PERFECT Boy I know, that we could be more Than just friends, but youre scared Boy I know, that we could be more Than just friends, but youre scared I know that there could be Somethin for you and me Whats your philosophy? Youre scared, scared And I’ll exit and wait a while Just say the word girl Cant you see the answers are all there But Im just too blind to see You and I are cut from different fabric I wanna rock, I wanna rock with you girl Dont be too material to see But Im just too blind to see Somehow, this world is such a struggle just to be Fuck em all baby, its just you and me But youre too fuckin young And girl, I know that youre the one for me And it hurts, it fuckin’ hurts Fuck, cause youre too fuckin young And, girl, I know that youre the one for me And it hurts, it fuckin hurts Cause youre too fuckin young And, girl, I know that youre the one That youre the one, for me Cause youre too fuckin young And, girl, I know that youre the one for me, yeah I rock I rock I rock

Yo, sing this shit, are yall fuckin dumb? Eternal Atake Gotta shoot two at her Gotta shoot two at her Blue cheddar That girl, she got with my clone I told that lil girl that she gotta just do better Are you serious? I swear my money get serious Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin it She suck my dick til she get delirious Okay, jump on the jet, so Im Clearin it Okay, Port, but Im not talking New Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette If that boy try to make a false move, uh Im on some whole other shit I got a whole nother rich, Im on a new level I was fucking on your bitch She was ridin on my dick, she aint need two pedals I swear these niggas, they bitches I swear they all gonna snitch when my niggas go shoot at em Niggas, they mad about this Niggas, they mad about that, but its only if you let em She save my name in her phone Only thing she save me under is probably that U letter No, I dont got provolone Only thing in my pocket is probably, um, some blue cheddar She tried to leave me alone Then she got right with my clone, man, I hope that she do better I know its blue cheese on me But when I got fifties on me, I call that shit loose cheddar Jeremy Scotts all on my feet I had a cougar with me, so I call that girl Coretta I am the richest nigga in my city I can make it rain like no matter whats the weather I know that girl, she got swag But when it come to puttin it together, she could do better I sent that girl a DM She aint answer me, so you know that I gotta shoot two at her Gotta shoot two at her Ayy, gotta shoot two at her Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar That girl, she got with my clone I told that lil girl that she gotta just do better Are you serious? I swear my money get serious Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin it She suck my dick til she get delirious Okay, jump on the jet so Im Clearin it Okay, Port, but Im not talking New Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette If that boy try to make a false move They try to cut me down when they say Im too low, woah, uh I said, Turn me up, I cannot hear my flow, woah, woah I aint never been no fool Do what I want, Ima bend your rules Ima take the dub, Ima win I aint ever been no type that lose, yeah Born like this, I aint did no study Everything I got, man, I got it in a hurry If I love you, better say that you love me And if I trust you, better say that you trust me Talk bout the bag, the mula, the guap Im at the bank, only time that Im runnin I said Im on the road, no, I cannot stop Im runnin through obstacles, Im in a hurry Woah, stop that Told a fuck nigga just drop that If you shoot first, we gon pop back Margiela on me, lil nigga, thats not that What you got on? Prada sweatsuit made of nylon See my righteous girl, yeah, she say, Right on When I hit that girl right with the light on When I hit that girl, oh Gotta shoot two at her Ayy, gotta shoot two at her Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar That girl, she got with my clone I told that lil girl that she gotta just do better Are you serious? I swear my money get serious Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin it She suck my dick til she get delirious Okay, jump on the jet so Im Clearin it Okay, Port, but Im not talking New Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette If that boy try to make a false move Lil Uzi Vert, doot-dooda-loot-doo, doot-doo Thank you, Little Uzi Vert leaves You posed to be standin still right now Ready, set, go

Yo, now you gon start me from the top? Listen Shout out Harlem, man Shout out A$AP Rocky, man AWGE in the building, man Whats good? Is that potato salad? Yo, listen Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt And got a belt with the holster, I aint playing games But got some lil niggas who would do it so I pass the controller You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my Os, whoa So cut the crap like shit barbers Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers Nigga we get dollars, give em to Ben Baller Exchange for them chains thats all shiny with thick water I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream And cop boys and I joystick, I whip cream and cop cribs I got more space than big jeans, yall sleeping on me Explain why they got shit dreams Im alien, got the laser gun with the big beam Married to the money, my bitch green No I dont sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming Yall niggas weak They thought I was goofy and all mouses Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses Yall cop kush, my nigga I cop houses And fill em with some Leo DiCaps and some Cole Sprouses, nigga Where we? Rocky, A$AP GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris Fuck clothes, I cop pieces Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers Bass all in the speakers In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come I dont rock Chanel, I rock channel And no this aint a purse, its a satchel Bless, at you, nah, I aint sneeze But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you Got a bullet with your name on the barrel If hollows dont clip, you get nip like its cat food That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue Bad attitude, this aint a purse, its a satchel Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket Then I think about the state of rapping All the freshmens in the classes All the super seniors mumblin and ramblin Mumblin and rappin, mumble rapping? I find it hard to find actual talent I find it hard to find an actual challenge Im like Shabazz Palaces last acid hit, elaborate Rap labs labyrinth, word to Kodaks Blacks Lazarus CALLDROPS on the album skits Ayo, Im the channel that you watch, Im the ammo in the Glock Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop And based on my neck boy You would think I hate glass homes way Im handling the rocks Who cast the first stone? Bitch, its me, fuck you thought? Real grunge nigga, I aint got a flannel as the top And Im picking up guitar, strum nigga Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead Im a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born You aint animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah! K shiz, what up, nigga!

1500 Mars.. Blood gang kill em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin veins Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin train Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane Swag, now watch him cook...and just stand there and look Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks And since me and Tune had Viacom shook I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pans nemesis My powers limitless like Blanka on Sega Genesis Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight pussy Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian We are not the same, I am a Martian A year ago, I was poor, somewhat Now my futures brighter than Christophers new haircut Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from I suck? Where the fuckin Ring Pops? You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox Wolf Gang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop Jesus, motherfucking Theresa This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin Fall back like Lebrons hairline against the Mavericks, he lost Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian We are not the same, I am a Martian I do Cause Lil Tunechi always bless me He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot I was sucking that pussy like it was wonton soup Then I hit Lebrons mom in bron-brons coupe With Delonte West taping, we had bon-bons too With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too So I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juans suit I dont know, probably doing what the Crips do But when Im with my uncle, fuck it! Then Im a Crip too And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you Now Im the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu Mad that DC comics overlooked me Cause Captain Americas straight pussy Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian We are not the same, I am a Martian

Sawed-off, I eat those These clothes, they free though Straight from the back of the Supreme store Dont give a fuck about these hoes-- Hold on, hold on, hold on, run that shit back! I want the Black kids to like me for this one, man Trashwang! Woah! Illegal CIV! Trashwang! Yo! Golf Wang! Trashwang! Bitch, Im with the fucking extras Big dog, cup full of egg nog Dont give a fuck bout shit but clips and Camp Flog Gnaw Sawed-off, I eat those These clothes, they free though Straight from the back of the Supreme store Dont give a fuck about these hoes They just slob knob in New York shows Thirsty for the clips till Im not flow Pusha Georgia trip, bitch I got it poppin Me and Jasper going coffin shopping Nose of the board see a lotta boxes Bitches see the boy and they mouth be frothing Chain is glossing Bitch Trashwang niggas Thriller, we the killer You can tell Im Golf Wangin By the fucking stickers OF or Wolf Gang My niggas is my niggas Dont let them skateboards fool you Know niggas that pull triggers Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up Trashwang, nigga, roll a blunt Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up Trashwang, nigga, roll a blunt Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas is swell Tighter than a straight nigga going to jail Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks I can finally afford the bail My bitch isnt bad Shes pretty normal looking with a real nice ass Now hop off my dick, what it be Bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil B, nigga Speaking of the devil Yall niggas cornier than kettle Yall couldnt smoke crack or heroin In a Black Ops plane and reach my level Ate some bugs and I made some carats Fuck yall niggas bullshit, yall cherish Im 21, I threw a party but… Difference is, yall didnt have a Ferris Wheel 55 grams in that blunt, nigga I face that Just copped that motherfucker bimmer, nigga I race that Keep talking that shit Ill pull your card Get chipped like that nigga from Stomp The Yard Dont fuck with Jasper He a retard Kill your motherfucking grandma and have your family scarred Might fuck around and be a goat named Felicia Sorry, got a little excited Its probably all the meth Walt Jr. provided Wolf Gang up in this bitch Red Riding Hood is pissed Somebody tell Megan and Sara to come and suck a- Trash Wang niggas Thriller, we the killer You can tell Im Golf Wangin By the fucking stickers OF or Wolf Gang My niggas is my niggas Dont let them skateboards fool you Know niggas that pull triggers Bimmers for days White bitches is slaves Niggas aint with that warfare My goons got aim 100 racks before 18 200 before I hit 6 feet Nigga we bout it bout it Yo bitch try to suck my dick Holding up my chain Versace Flocka Flame Pull up in the tank Cock back and aim Spitting my verse wearing gold fangs Im loading up the nine shouting Golf Wang Your bitch tattoo It say my name Sachee Santana Nigga bird gang Supreme team Seventh veil Paying all these ratchets Phone bills Bills, bills, bills... Yeah Yall niggas thought it was a game We shutting the motherfucking shit down now nigga Its over for you bitch niggas Im here with my nigga nasty Nak, Mr. Versace Wolf Haley in this motherfucker Jasper The Motherfucking Dolphin And my nigga, Mike G We taking this shit over Its shut down for you bitch niggas I got the Tec Im bustin at yall bitches heads nigga Fuck all you niggas Its getting hot in here Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill Em All Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang Nigga knows that OF popping -- Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw OFWGKTA yeah you niggas know them seven letters long Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch Golf Wang up in this bitch Litter Life up in this bitch OFM, banging on your motherfuckin FM Nigga, fuck you thought this was, nigga? Haha Click-click

I fucked this flow This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit Nigga, recollect, bitch, grow grey hairs, dont stress it I text message, messages to fuckin estrogen She lets me in, I sex her, then, she sexier than my leather Vans Cause I never am, purchasin, reimbursing your courtesy Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets Heard she sweet, she Hersheys sweet, but me, Im extravagant Hop on the bandwagon kid, Im about to tell you some tragic shit The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio, mixing raw Bitches shit in my drawers, like you piss in my drawers Nigga, my dicks in her jaw Im Wes Snipes with lead pipes, dont dabble with the apple Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons African drums for when the champ come, bitch! Suicide, watch, nigga, kill yourself Opposition who? Nigga, reveal yourself How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself? Splinter Cell creepin in this bitch, you couldnt feel the stealth Wolves are prowlin, hunger at its fucking best Im a beast, like the gorilla head that is on my chest Please, let me flex, Im going off, I need some fuckin bread Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin head Excuse our swag, Im tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead Oh, shit, yo bitch, look at how Im doing you Bitches on my dick, but look at me, Im fucking beautiful Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops The fortress is fortified Money in my pockets like Im 45, Hodgy Beats recording live Bitch, I be surely high, and I dont need wings to fly Im in the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis Knock-knock, whos there? Its me Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick I killed that pussy, and grabbed that knife Now, I got real authentic cheetah print shit Nigga, dont believe me , kiss your lady And boy, youre gonna get them heebiejeebies? Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy 51-50, Im off the Heezy, and you aint got no fuckin Yeezy? (5 albums, 100 songs, and you aint got no fuckin Yeezy? I bet you got some J-Kwon, you aint got no fuckin Yeezy?) Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, Im fuckin Looney See these girls talkin all that shit Im just tryna see some tits Lets get it poppin like, MC Lyte, around some dykes Im, out this bitch, like, Hocus pocus And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles And met up with some bitches, gave em cum on their dimples Then, my dick went limp, so, took about three pills of Extenzo Now, my dick longer than a five-door limo Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro When Im with your bitch Im like, Where my dick go? Now, she think Im bout to eat her whole Enchilada, I gotta lotta that Preme and Im paying nada It seems that Im product placement, but Im not, Im just fuckin awesome Yo mama look like a ugly loser

Brr, brr, brr, brr Ring, ring, ring, postman Who this? Telephone call from Yung Carti, said its lit Call the young lord A$AP Bari, he legit And the young boy Ian Connor off the shit Fuckin with them boys out of Harlem or the 6 This is Gosha Man, I pay for pussy? No sir Ridin coaster Roller coaster, chauffeur I got money bags Ima bag your bitch, Ima buy your bitch Ima cash this shit, Ima cash this shit Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch You can have this shit, you can have this shit Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back James Brown swag, Papas got a brand-new bag And I dont know how to act On or off the record, might go axe Harlem back up on the map True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts Gucci and Dior biddin wars Who wore the piece before they hit the floor? Not even shit you see overseas in stores Who else but me? I know you seen the Forbes Commend your boy, I been the Lord Holy tabernacle, Mister Smack-Your-Favorite-Rapper Greedy for the fat guys platter Killin niggas even though black lives matter Weak stomach, flow make em throw up Steppin stones, Im your stepfather Tell Tyler, better step his flow up Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola Nextel or the Motorola Young nigga prolly never grow up Postman with the telephone, uh Ring, ring, ring, postman Who this? Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon get sketchy Shirt is striped, my shorts are short My Vans are Vans cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin Fuck the Rolls and fuck the Rari Fuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren Niggas think they really on because they trappin Made about like 30 thousand Fuck the party, threw the carnival Attendance this year was like 30 thousand Shoppin, ballin, opal fire diamonds shinin Make sure my sapphires glistenin Make the shit, I wear the shit They cop the shit, its Golf, you bitch, you niggas trippin Im a businessman, you aint never been the man Nigga tax bracket changed, like have you seen my home? Crib got a tennis court Get my Venus and Serena on Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor Ambulance come when I hit the scene That boy flier than a bag of bees I got my flowers, lifes a jeweler Diamond, fingers size of a tumor Hes a genius, have you heard the rumors? Hes a winner, no not a loser Fuck passin blunts, pass my niggas opportunities Goddamn, Im hot, man, Im not scared to freeze January, Hawaiian shirts Boy this weather aint got a thing on me Wheres the mirror? Im that nigga Kunta aint got much shit on me Cause Im a master, I hit my own back To be like, Yall boys, my nigga Fuck that, its Golf, bitch Doin it for Yams, ayy, ayy I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy Thats been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy I used to serve it to your mans, ayy Postman, who this? Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk

Yo, Im a hot and bothered astronaut Crashing while jacking off To buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws And knock blunt ashes into their caskets, and laugh it off Twisted, sicker than mad cattle, in fact Im off Six different liquors, with a Prince wig plastered on Stop screaming, bitch, you shouldnt be that alarmed When Big Lips is in the attic, armed with an addicts arm Earl puts the ass in assassin Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish It so happens that Im so haphazardous Ill puke a piece and put it on a hook and fucking cast the shit Im askin that you faggot rap actors take action And get a hall pass for this class-act shit How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel? Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fuckin uppercut Its O.F., buttercup, go ahead, fuck with us Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt Play a song, invade her thong My dick is having guts for lunch, as well as supper Then Ill rummage through her ruptured cunt Found the mustard Fucking nosey neighbors notice somethings up What you doing? – nothing much Would shout some other stuff Got to fucking bounce, guess the bouncers had enough of us Fuck 2DopeBoyz Eat my dick, Ill eat ya ass! Fuck 2DopeBoyz, fuck them niggas man Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off DopeBoyz hating, but them faggots is a lot of talk Cotton soft pussy, them Odd niggas is Molotov Cocktails; fucking toss one in your apartment, dog Wolf Gang, we aint barking, nah Try talking on a blog with your fucking arms cut off Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off The Ace tell Shakes daughter Were sorry, but papas gone, bitch! Odd Future Wolf Gang, nigga Fuck them 2DopeBoyz niggas Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Em All, dont give a fuck nigga Litter Life nigga, stay pop nigga, whats good? Earl, what up nigga? Fuck Steve Harvey!

Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck that. Niggas think cause you fucking made Chum and got all personal that niggas wont go back to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking bout fucking everything-all. No, fuck that, nigga, I got you. Fuck that Grab mittens, who have to spit blizzardous Actually, flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up Ha, vagabond, had it since a Padawan Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs Grab a bong, mama and some food, beer, tag along Get a nice spanking, uh, new Sears catalog Send them nettled critics to the bezel stop, dead and wrong Get em higher than the pitch of metal tea-kettle songs Four deep in a Rover cannon Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that its the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G 50k for the last check But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, nigga its the mothafuckin G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker Pissed as Rick Rosss fifth sip off his sixth lager Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster Stormed off and came straight back like pigs posture Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch Gooey writtens, scoot em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit Posing nigga try to disrespect Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak Cause its the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Looking bummy, posted on the block, like I aint make A quarter million off of socks, nigga Cause its the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G Bitch niggas Wolf Gang Golf Wang, nigga Trashwang, Loiter Squad Yeah Stay off the block, niggas You not welcome Circa ’08, bitch! Yeah

No, dont shoot me down No, dont shoot me down No, dont shoot me down You so motherfuckin dangerous You so motherfuckin dangerous You got me by my neck Thats why these other niggas lame to us Cause all these other niggas lame as fuck We show em no respect When the times right, yeah When the times right, baby When the times right No, dont shoot me down Take your hoodie off, why you hide your face from me? Make your fuckin mind up, I am sick of waitin patiently How come youre the best to me? I know youre the worst for me Boy, youre sweet as sugar, diabetic to the first degree My spidey sensies got me on the fencies Whole squad in Ginza, travel bag by Balenci Big dawg hittin big wheelies on the six speed No, dont shoot me down You so motherfuckin dangerous You so motherfuckin dangerous You got me by my neck Thats why these other niggas lame to us Cause all these other niggas lame as fuck They show em no respect When the times right When the times right, baby When the times right No, dont shoot me down Oh, you passive-aggressive? Oh, you fakin youre mad? Oh, you wanna go home? Cool, you better call you a cab I aint takin you home, yeah, Im brushin you off Cause this parka is Comme, youre my favorite garçon Dont leave, stay right here, yeah, I want you right near You invited me to breakfast, why the fuck your ex here? Well, lets see if you round a god around this time next year No, dont shoot me down No, dont shoot me down No, dont shoot me down No, dont shoot me down You so motherfuckin dangerous You so motherfuckin dangerous You got me by my neck Thats why I start to think its lame as fuck When the times right When the times right, baby When the times right No, dont shoot me down Youre a gun cause I like you on my side at all times You keep me safe Wait, wait, depending on, you know You could be dangerous to me Or anyone else Look, they be bringin us up Yeah, like now and again Give a fuck what they talkin bout, I see you as a 10 Ima leave it at that, Ima leave us as friends Cause the irony is I dont wanna see you again Stay the fuck away from me Stay the fuck away from me Stay the fuck away from me I aint gon repeat myself, but stay the fuck away from me No, dont shoot me down

You wouldnt do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone. You dont even have the balls to begin with. What you need is me, someone to talk to, uh, its been a while since our last session. So, tell me whats been going on Im not a fucking role model Im a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams Since Kanye tweeted telling people hes bumping all of my shit These mothafuckas think Im sposed to live up to something? Shit Im still jacking off and proceeding my life careless But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches Im Wood Harris Philly to Paris, Im getting these weird stares At skateparks and airports all in a year, its weird Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked He still hasnt called me yet But thats a whole fucking different argument, shit, I got over it And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy A couple Hot Pockets and grandma could stop cooking Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the fuck Im gonna top that? Tyler, youll top it, youll top that, youre a very capable individual Okay, you guys caught me, Im not a fucking rapist or serial killer, I lied You know, you just want attention, youll be fine I try too hard, huh? No, you dont Made a couple thou and I just dont know what to buy yet The preme shit is free and I dont drink, so fuck a wine set Nigga, fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity Im fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity Oh, thats a triple three six, isnt he a devil worshiper Cause Im too fucking ignorant to do some research? Im the star of the group So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you What you think I record it for? To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore? Like I didnt make Parade or Inglorious Cause Im too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel? Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin off In the tombs of Lara Croft, Im getting pissed off Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they full of flavor Cant they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? Why they got to fucking hate? I think everyones happy, everyones immature, everyone loves you Tyler, you have to believe that. I dont even skate anymore, Im too fucking busy, I can barely kickflip now. Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time when youre at home? What the fuck you mean Im not talented? You see the shit that Ive been doing? I have, I mean youre a great person. I mean, Im not that great of a rapper but as a whole, Im pretty cool, right? People excited, thinking shit is so tight Getting co-signs from rappers that I dont even like What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic? And start Jackson him off until his cack blasting off? Fuck that, These niggas aint fucking with me Cause I dont listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique And all this underground bullshit thats never gon peak On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week Id rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T And some Waka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip hop Thats bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released But they dont get it, cause its not made for them The nigga thats in the mirror rapping, its made for him But they do not have the mindset thats same as him Im not weird, youre just a faggot, shame on him It is, but Tyler, youre going to have to cut down on that faggot word, thats very, thats a bad... Im not homophobic. I mean, I dont think you are but... Faggot. Alright, well, since the last time we... The fuck is a good performance? I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can. I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun. But your Twitter posts, just.. I mean, theyre really random and its ADD. Who doesnt have ADD..? Well, I dont. I mean, sometimes, you just say really outlandish things and we just want to know, whats the problem for this? I wish Thebe was here. Therapys been sinning and niggas getting offended They dont want to fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion You see, thats my decision, you fuckers dont have to listen Here, put this middle finger in your ear When someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 At 47 kids, I dont wanna see my name mentioned College wasnt working and I wasnt working So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait Cause the four days that I went, I wasnt learning shit Now Im living dreams that I wanted since eight And can afford to get my mother something on her birthday They claim the shit I say is just wrong Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone Im just a teenager, who admits hes suicide prone My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now Wow, lifes a cute bitch full of estrogen And when she gives you lemons, nigga, throw em at pedestrians (So, what are you saying, take advantage? I mean, youve been doing pretty good, Ive seen that) I still live in my grandmas house Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then And then I am confused if I want in or just out My friends really think Im playing when I say I need counseling I sit in grandmothers living room and just pout And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die Odd Future came from the bottom And its gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop em All you fucking lames dont have to like me The devil doesnt wear Prada, Im clearly in a fucking white tee Whoa, umm, alright, uh, so you was telling me you went to New York...

When youre having fun, fun When youre having fun Out the window Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time, find some time to do something Ah Boredom got a new best friend Cause boredom got a new best friend Boredom got a new best friend Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na Oh, oh, oh Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, Im serious I ate em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught em If were talkin bout real meals, ask my stomach, he aint saw em Ive been in this fuckin room so long My eyeballs are turning to drywall My friends suck, fuck em, Im over em Hi yall, yall aint hit me all-day What the fuck is the problem? Is it me? Cause Im not solved, Im... bored Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time, find some time to do something Bored and getting desperate as hell Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will Message me with some plans that are amusing as well Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning Morning, morning, morning, morning Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance My stomach angry and yellin, I need some food, I could order But I hate eating solo Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots As sunsets at the border, yeah Ringy dingy dong, I cant be alone I been starting to feel like I dont know anyone So now Im staring at my ceiling fuckin blowing Like I have no idea where Im going Tick tock Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time, find some time to do something Find some time, find some time to do something Cause boredom got a new best friend Tick tock Boredom got a new best friend Cause boredom got a new best friend Tick tock Find some time, find some time Gotta find some time, find some time Gonna find some, find some time Gotta find some time, find some time Gonna find some, find some time Gotta find some time, find some time Gonna find some, find some time Time, time, time, time Time, time, time, time Time, time, time, time Time, time, time Rides over, we got some tickets to see s-

Something real, yeah Baby Oh nah, we dont do backpack Haha, my pick up line and shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got your bitch movin Call me when you get lost Aw, you look malnourished Lets get some bread, fry it in egg yolk and drown it in syrup You pick a spot, I pick a tail number and we could be tourists Lets go to Cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of Listen to bands, groove and we dance Disco in France, smell some perfume, head in the wind We can switch off I can show you how you can really exfoliate skin If you got a man, you should cut it off Get your passport cause we runnin off We can sit and talk You can tell me everything thats on your chest, baby, get it off You are my type, you a bright light Im like a moth, this is not a game But before we start Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Yeah What is your name, what do you bring? I think that I got what you need And Im willin to do anything that you please Im tryna get down to the root of the apple The deepest I could in them jeans McLaren like Sonic, cant speak, no No, you cant hit my lean, no Baby, tell me where the piece go, cause Im lost Your body compared to the fashion I hope you aint proud of the shit that I bought Cause money, it dont mean a thing I value the times that I take you out One minute, its a beautiful scene Then it probably end with me bein took out, woah-oh Think slow, cause I move fast Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? Yeah Since when did I bring a C5? I wanna know your name I feel like I had your name Oh-oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh Stop playin and let me pay your momma debt off, haha

Dont kill a rose Before it could bloom Fly, baby, fly Out the cocoon You dont have to hide I can smell it in your eyes That theres something more to say, baby Them words If I could, if I could If you could Find the words to say Find the words to say Find the words In the garden Shed Go Dont kill a rose Before it could bloom Fly, baby, fly Out the cocoon Ayo Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed For the garden That is where I was hidin That was real love I was in Aint no reason to pretend Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed Garden shed for the garçons Them feelings that I was guardin Heavy on my mind All my friends lost They couldnt read the signs I didnt wanna talk and tell em my location And they aint wanna walk Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase Thought itd be like the phrase; poof, gone But, its still goin on Big fan of the beige tan Polka dot nose, how it goes Had to keep it on the subwoofer A couple butterflies wanna float But I was always like, Eh Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, Bruh This is a crucial subject matter Sensitive like cookin batter Til the temperature thats risin Steppin on that ladder, tryna Grab the rings of Saturn, Ima Planet by the time you hear this Shit and chatter bout the heat It will not fuckin matter

Because when I call I hope you pick up your phone Id like to talk to you I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer Because when I call I hope you pick up your phone Id like to talk to you I hope you answer Hey Dad, its me, um... Oh, Im Tyler, I think Id be your son Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brains splitting Dad isnt your name, see Faggots a little more fitting Mom was only twenty when you aint have any fucks to spare You Nigerian fuck, now Im stuck with this shitty facial hair Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see A world I wasnt supposed to, Im stoked that I didnt know you But sucks you aint give a fuck and considered a sperm donor now The fuck is an Okonma? Im changing my shit to Haley And I just aint being passive, nigga You a fucking faggot, nigga Got a show on Monday, guess who aint getting no passes, nigga? But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga And call him... I hope he answer I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer Because when I call I hope you pick up your phone Id like to talk to you Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts Ace hates your guts, Im a selfish fuck And I aint sharing green as if Im facing blunts Frank is out the closet, Hodgys an alcoholic Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldnt call it Supposed to be gone til November but quickly came back in August I left two months through September to clearly remember all this I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgic Ill call her number But she wont answer I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer Cause when I call I hope you pick up your phone I hope you answer You claim to hate my fucking guts But say Im on a island in Thailand and I was wilding And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts Phone aint got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless Day is getting dark like the areas turning urban Youll be fucking nervous like me inside of a Churchs But, Ima get in contact regardless, and I hope you answer The last verse was about this girl, haha

Ayo I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk I wanna walk to your front door and knock After I start my vehicle Drive to your city cause we live an hour apart Land at your driveway and put it in park Then do the third line of this verse Then back to my house and we pack up our bikes And we ride through the park, chase the sun God, thats all I want, other than air Oxygen and financial freedom, yeah I want your company, I need your company I want you to want from me I cant maneuver without you next to me Its so complex to me What do you need? Do you need bread? Do you need this? Do you need a hug? Do you need to be alone? I could wrap this up and get the fuck away instead What is your wish? It can be granted Youre number one, one on my list, see, I am Santa Where is Rudolph? Youre parasitic I do not have self-control I am startin to wonder Is this my free will or yours? Im your puppet, you control me Im your puppet, I dont know me Im your puppet You control me Im your puppet Im lonely Cause Im your puppet You control me Im your puppet I dont know Im your puppet You control me You lost, son, and youve been tryna find your way to me Ayy, to me, hes on somethin that I hate to see A to Z, nah son, Im gonna take a breathe Run a thon, I just stop and Ima take the breathe ...on a... ...on a... First, light the weed First... First... First... First... Breathe on a song Breathe on a song Breathe on a song But at some point, you come to your senses

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Uh! Runnin, runnin’, runnin, runnin Uh! Heaven, heaven He’s coming Ridin round town, they gon feel this one Ridin round town, they gon feel this one Ridin ’round town, they gon’ feel this one Ridin, ridin’ round town, they gon feel this one Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open Got my, got my, got my eyes open Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open Got my eyes open Oh, yeah Oh-oh-oh, yeah Hes comin’ Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Hes comin Ridin round town, they gon feel this one Ridin round town, they gon feel this one Ridin round town, they gon feel Ridin, ridin round town, they gon feel this one, oh Im ridin, Im ridin Oh, yeah Im ridin, Im ridin, yeah, Im Igor What? Down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down, down Dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow- What? Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho What, what, what? Got my eyes open Got my, got my, got my eyes open Runnin, runnin, runnin Got my eyes open What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what? What? What? What? What? Got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my What? What? What? What?

This is joy, this is summer Keep alive, stay alive Got your metal on , were alone Making sweet love, takin time Til God strikes us Thats a pretty fuckin fast year flew by Thats a pretty long third gear in this car Glidin on the 5 The deer run across, kill the headlights Pretty fuckin, underneath moonlight now Pretty fuckin, sunrise in sight In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams Solstice aint as far as it used to be It begins to blur, we get older Summers not as long as it used to be Everyday counts like crazy Wanna get soaked? Wanna film a tape on a speed boat? We smell of Californication Everything grows in the Congo Everything grows Can you come when I call again? On comes the evening, gold seeking ends Piece in my hand worth twice than a friend And two limbs over shoulder, carried away Because Im stronger and the Congo is dim In comes the morning, ah In comes the morning, ah

Went to Six Flags, six fags came up And said Ayo! Can we get a pic? I said no And they said Oh! Its Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though Now Im like, fuck, I dont want to be an asshole So Im sitting there posing with Travis, Devon With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on So fucking annoyed cause I missed Goliath Cause some kid said I was there, then they caused a riot Now Im surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo All because they noticed the top with the box logo And them fucking ears, guarantee they didnt even hear Bastard They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo Im going fucking loco, Hey, Tyler, can I...? No, bitch, dont you see me tryna buy a fucking churro? But Tyler, youre my hero, I used to get bullied Until I heard Radicals, the last part got to me See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed Now Im the happiest I think Ill ever ever be My life is just like yours, no father My momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom In school I was the one that was thinking outside boxes So everybody in them would say that I got problems So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck em Youre an inspiration to niggas like me Not the niggas who just like you cause of lyrics and beats Im talking bout the niggas who dont know where theyre going to be I heard the song Bastard right in the moment of heat Not in summer, but of course, I was holding a heat Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard that first piano chord And it drew me in like predators carrying treats Then I said to myself, Fuck, is he speaking to me? See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm? I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard Thats hard, that scar from playing air guitar When I see you play at the Roxy Tyler, I love you, wanna be just like you I think about your face and I dont even fucking try to Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you We could play Xbox and listen to In Search Of... and eat donuts Over conversating bout what church does Come up with weird-ass videos with roach bugs Im straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip And Raquel that bitch, you shouldve killed that bitch You shouldve took me instead See, if you cant have her then he shouldnt neither And if I cant have you then she shouldnt either No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing I know it seems like Im just slobbing on your knob But Im just a fan and I aint losing my fucking noggin I aint got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times Cause I love you man I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees I like pants thats cut, I like words like fuck I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out Now paper cuts on my balls because your dicks in my jaw And I hit you on Twitter about 10 minutes a day And now Im bitter cause you dont even reply with a hey And my boys think Im gay cause I play VCR In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors... All right, my nigga, calm down, its getting weird, take this pic So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as molasses No, nigga, I see youre loving my shit And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick But Im not gay so its awkward, now Im grouchy like Oscar After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige Dockers Yonkers and Yonkers Sick of hearing about Yonkers Im grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered Yeah whatever but I had a fucking blast at that concert I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan The one that say Sagan Lockhart and when you came out to Sandwitches Thats when my fucking boy-crush got started Just take this fucking picture man, shit...

Poppa aint call even though he saw me on TV, its all good But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaw Swallow girl, its just nut Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass Yeah, they heard Im fuckin nuts like the swag of a fag Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge Im sick of hacking and coughing, Im often this fucking awesome Im animal, Noahs arking, all from this rapping nonsense Four stories in my home like What the fucks an apartment? Get shit poppin like Peters pores during puberty Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience Oh, you want a tip bitch, well heres my dick for gratiturity, bitch Shut em down! Nigga, shut em down! Shut em down! I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts, give money up then nutty butt Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch Like, what the fuck? Im drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up So I cant hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss Youre talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I dont begin moving up Im shooting up, you and her crew on turf, new dessert I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt I can smell the whore on a bitch when she flock around my crew to flirt Its on ya shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, its the movement first Fuck a human nurse! Im ill I used this earth to infuse the birth Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view Of visuals, woo, Ill eat your ribs, Im a wolf Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs cause its cool, fucker Shut em down! Nigga, shut em down! Shut em down! Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, lets smoke weed That shit I need, be the shit thats green A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets About three or four more than needed be I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape I hate the grape, I could taste it when Im inhaling the vapes You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is always covered in flakes Enough for two shake blunts; and what the fuck is this? Uh... I think this Mary is laced; my heart is beating at paces That Pacquiao cant relate Im fucking faded like gradients Shit, Im stuck like the tape thats superglued To the center of Kelly Price first waist Its like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary The paranoia from this marijuanas very heavy, Im lifted Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm Lets use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit Cmon, my nigga! You dont even smoke, you weak as fuck, my nigga. You do not smoke, no tucks, my nigga. Youre as weak as f- you’re butt my nigga. Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here come this weak-ass nigga, Samuel

Turn my lights on How the fuck you quiet with the mic on? I dont get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas I just get my Mike on Yall said I wouldnt go nowhere, I took the detour When you see the someone in the crack right by the seashore? When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor? If the cops ask my name, bitch, Im Igor Yuh, ayo Yeah, yeah Lets go, lets go, I aint playin around Red nose, red nose, all you niggas is clowns Niggas turning it up, well, shit, Im tearing it down Hard to believe in God when there aint no mirrors around Whats up? Uh-huh, ayo Uh-huh Yeah, yo Bitch Running til the rims fall Had them niggas and the cops looking jigsaw I done fucked around and turned into the big dog Better get God, get caught? Bitch, I think not Yeah, new suit, new boots, same nigga, like what? Lukewarm-ass niggas always wanna talk Im hot, Im heat to the core like Earth Dont touch, dont go, niggas might get buck Yo, yuh, ayo Yeah, yeah Lets go, lets go, I aint playin around Red nose, red nose, all you niggas is clowns Niggas turning it up, well, shit, Im tearing it down Hard to believe in God when there aint no mirrors around Whats up? Whoop, uh huh Yeah, bitch Yeah I see the light Now didnt I tell you motherfuckers Um, I see the light To pay attention and to keep your motherfucking eyes glued to the man thats in front of you? I see the light Thats what the fuck I expect all yall motherfuckers to do I see the light Dracula, Dracula, Dracula Suck me first, I might get back at ya Is that shit clear? Check the aperture Hahahahaha, I cant laugh at ya This the shit that make you nervous Bout to go buck wild, nigga, Steve Irwin Sick of that Claren talk, Im on my third one Niggas talkin reckless, I never heard em I see the light I see the light I see the light I see the light I see the light That car crash couldnt take me Green haired angels all around me No answer why, no tears to cry, bitch, Im alive That wasnt my endpoint like v-neck I aint have nobody to cheat on, I cheat death New album, no repeat, I reset Everything I deliver special like G. Dep Two of em, I total, Kima, Pam Me and death, the universe played middle man Quick nap, kick back like horse, eyes shut Loud sound, no scratch Motherfuckers really thought I died Hoping they could take a spot Nigga not knowing that Im one of one And they some Helen Keller-ass niggas And I got my eyes open now I see the... Light I see the light You never wanna meet a motherfucker like me I see the light I see the light I see the light I dont know whats harder, letting go or just being okay with it

Random disclaimer! Hey, dont do anything that I say in this song, okay? Its fucking fiction If anything happens, dont fucking blame me White America, fuck Bill OReilly Four, three, two, one What the fuck I look like? Saying Im sorry To a bunch of fucking fags that cant potentially harm me? I aint never gonna bow down to your expectations By the way, I got sixty fucking wolves thatll guard me That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try something Make sure your fuckin feelings end up up in a Glad bag Fuck all your opinions, Im tyin em with a shoestring And fuck the fat lady, its over when all the kids sing Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical Odd Future, Wolf Gang We came together cause We aint have nobody else Do you? You just might be one of us Are you? Fuck cops, Im a fucking rockstar Rebel and defiance makes my motherfucking cock hard Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards Fuck school, Im a fuck up? Fuck Harvard I aint got no fucking money I aint got no motherfucking daddy, he aint teach me shit Child support aint come, that faggot still aint bought me anything Fuck the fat lady, its over when all the kids sing Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical They want us to go to they schools and Be fucking miserable at they fucking college, studying that bullshit Fuck that Do what the fuck makes you happy Cause at the end Whos there? You Fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Kill people, burn shit, fuck school Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical You hear that, nigga? Thats cult shit right there, nigga Wolf Gang! Fuck everybody else, nigga! Stand for something, get money, nigga! Wolf Gang in this bitch, nigga, we sixty deep Fuck with me, nigga Odd Future, nigga Stand the fuck up! Im not saying just to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes What Im trying to tell you is Do what the fuck you want Stand for what the fuck you believe in, and dont let nobody tell you cant do what the fuck you want Im a fucking unicorn And fuck anybody, who say Im not Wolf Gang Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions theyre not mine, so you gotta let em go See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions theyre not mine, you gotta let em go See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions theyre not mine, so you gotta let em go See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know Go You gotta let em go, let em go You gotta let em go You gotta let em go, let em go You gotta let em go... You gotta let these shits go, man. Its not making sense to you right now, but... all these little dreams you got, theyre not shit. All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, saying this shit... getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it. Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger. You gotta look at reality, understand that shit, so you dont get caught. Im just being real Nigga, fuck you Im just trying to help you, man, trust me Look, I mature day after day, nigga, you dont know shit, youre a fucking therapist Whatever

Uhm, I said, the party isnt over We could still dance, but I dont have no rhythm So fuck it, take a chance with me The party isnt over, we could still dance girl But I dont have no rhythm So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga Like me, like me Uhm, I said, the party isnt over We could still dance, but I dont have no rhythm So fuck it, take a chance with me The party isnt over, we could still dance girl But I dont have no rhythm So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga Like me, like me Yeah, um All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows Motherfuckers getting lynched and burned I earned it, my Flog Gnaw badge is looking good On this brand new jacket The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking I centered the mellow over the graham Heated it too long now, its melting over my hand Fuck it, Ill bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting Were making smores by the campfire Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer Sat by the fire To witness gentle, but radical Transformation ceased to be mindless Create our own sweetness At last growing the heart Yo bring the bass back in Yeah, haha Who ate all the fuckin chocolate? Oh thats Domo fat ass, haha Yeah I aint trying to go home, really You remind me of my bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up But its not a lot of miles on ya meter You remind me of my bimmer See your ignition, baby girl Im trying to key up And your headlights are off, Im trying to see em But its not a lot of miles on ya meter So let me start it up and smash Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame Impala And Im sharing Slurpees and you aint even begin to swallow You’re fucking nuts, green top we coupled up Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up? Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs And a seatbelt is needed if I get between em, yeah You remind me of my bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up But its not a lot of miles on ya meter You remind me of my bimmer See your ignition, baby girl Im trying to key up And your headlights are off, Im trying to see em But its not a lot of miles on ya meter So let me start it up and smash Mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon Where the street lights trail You ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling It’s cool we’re moving slow You remind me of my bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater You got a lot of drive I’m trying to keep up But its not a lot of miles on ya meter You remind me of my bimmer, smash You remind me of my bimmer Where you been, man? Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey, have you seen Salem? Oh she with that new dude, Wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is Fuck that nigga, man. Hey you know where they went? I seen em going down by the lake What the fuck! You good man? You need some sherm? I got some I got a can of these baked beans too

Odd Future Wolf Gang They are them We are us Kill them all Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Say it loud! Like you mean it! Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wear fucking suits and make good decisions? Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang Who the fuck invited Mr. I Dont Give a Fuck Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough And fuck rolling papers, Im a rebel, bitch, Im ashing blunts Full of shit, like I ate that john Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong Lets buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns Those privileged fucks got to learn that we aint taking no shit Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick Im jealous as shit, cause I aint got no home meal to come to So, if you do, Im throwing fingers out screaming fuck you I got ten of these Kennedys Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy Im fucking bout it, bout it, like Im Master P in 96 Its fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks Surprised she hasnt taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again Im going harder than a midget jumping over me Chronic youth, Im shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know its me, ugh Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Wolf Gang, its the Wolf Gang Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Gang, triple six crew Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang Wolf Gang kill them My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses Im sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this? You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit aint even worth it In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch You told me God was the answer When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer Im stuck in triangles, looking for my angel Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Wolf Gang, its the Wolf Gang Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Gang, triple six crew Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang Wolf Gang kill them It was hilarious, well it aint fucking funny now Ill push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks Im right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank Free Earl, thats the fucking shit And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks Um, Wolf Gang, thats the fucking clique Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches We dont need yall, The Faders who we really fucking with, bitch And we dont fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang

Uh, addicts arise when I arrive In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise Fat sack of knives in the passenger side Bitch, reach for the door, get your access denied Im not an asshole, I just dont give a fuck a lot The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming Tyler, stop! The big bad wolf; to me, youre just a minor fox Red Riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock We the niggas you scared of like bad dentists Flow is anthemic, dirty like its plants in it Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis To have a bitch ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit Your whole gangll be diminished, bunch got the Bradys in it Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it Fuck rap, Ill be a landlord so I can rape the tenants daughter Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carri— Augh! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop! Why did you do that? Say sorry, say sorry! Sorry! Im sorry as fuck! Say sorry! Im sorry as fuck, ow, ow! Say sorry! Im sorry! Dont look at this! Say sorry Dont look at this, ow stop! Say sorry! Ow! Stop fore you fuck something up! Say, Sorry! Say, Sor- Sorry, sorry—Uncle! I fucked this nigga eye up man haha Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carriers Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard Took karate, mommy told me Tyler toughen up Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her Ill beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner Over, sloppy seconds is my preference Except for when Im feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops Get the certain tingle, eating Häagen-Dazs With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles In the flyest 06 Supreme beanie, Sigel Your grinds feeble, Im regal, really, Im Willy Smith I am Legend, a snicker dick in a vanilli chick Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her Fuck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber Its not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic Carved carcasses in the garage, dont park in it Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard Its Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack Cause Im cold as ice like Anasia when she fucking Traq Im the type to put you down to bring myself up So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut The reincarnation of 98 Eminem 60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim Pay attention Im stabbing your women friends, like a gentleman Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like At monster madness doing drive bys on a fucking fixie bike Fuck it, moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dikes This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open Slys little shop of horrors, now showing I hate gays, gangbangers and fucking jerkers Unless its gay gangbangers, thats fucking jerkers Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, Im not gay, faggot Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system Probably banging in your sister With my children swimming in her system Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo You dont fucking skate, take off that box logo

Say some more, never want to talk about it Feel a way, woah Feel a way, woah Feel a way, November... Take me back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water Yeah, take me back to November, wassup Can we go back to November? Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts Naw, take me back to November, wassup Ayo, What if Clancy fuckin me over? What if Who Dat Boy is rhetorical and this shit is over? What if Im hustling backwards? What if my accountant aint payin my taxes, fillin his pockets? And IRS show up asking me questions I couldnt answer Cause I was too busy tryna make classics Boy aint got no motherfucking classics What if my music too weird for the masses? And Im only known for tweets more than beats or All my day-ones turn to three, fours cause of track seven Fuck, what if I get stuck? What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck-fifty What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera At them shitty apartments thats across from Bank of America? Damn, I would be hurtin Writing all of these songs cause Wy-Fi wasnt working Last year, in total, I put out two verses But five-seven figures since then, lifes kinda perfect Oh, is it really? Oh, is it really? Bitch, you know the dealy Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy, how I Milly Rock When they cant relate him, when they start to hate him They dont drive these cars, so whats their ultimatum? Tell me, whats your November? Is it a person? Mine was the summer, 06, I remember the... What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed? What if these deep thoughts was my last? Let me pull over, quick And drive back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water Yeah, take me back to November, whats up? Can we go back to November? Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts Naw, take me back to November, wassup My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day My November, and I was performing and Lil Wayne rapped with me, I think I cried that night My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform My November was... my brother took me to my first concert ever, which was to Kanye Wests Glow in the Dark... My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different 2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back I aint doin fine, lost my mothafuckin mind Time travel back and help me find Take me back, take me back to November, this I know Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back to November, this I kn— My November is right now I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance The lyrics are— Matter of fact, Ima just call you, so you can hear it If you do answer, Ill play it to state facts Although I already know the response you gon say back At that point Ill hang up, disappear and just stay back And if you dont Ill leave a voicemail with the playback Hello, no one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone

Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang nigga You know what, you know, fuck it I dont even wanna go Im gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you niggas Hey Earl, hit em... So Im guessing theres questions that need addressing, huh? Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking em Hand em tracks, he destined to make a mess of em Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds, check em son Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun Fucking chin-checking punks til hes outta breath and done No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of em Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer Its the rap monger, rap monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica That we picked up at the last concert Please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels Hes the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony How come hes not in counseling? Fuckers loud while hes sound asleep Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga, was Courage cowardly? Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we raps alpha team Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder And a nose full of chowder, hes chopping up all the doubters see Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories Fuck with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement Cause Ive been doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin Do not give a fuck Ive got the swagger of a virgins dick But if I did it would be bigger than Earls upper lip Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverlys favorite wizard The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna All you fucking bloggin faggots yappin up that extra shit Ill shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies theyre Peter like boysenberries Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin A fuckin sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then 2DopeBoyz dont want beef, theyre just overweight vegetarians Fucking faggots Wolf Gang, Kill Em All Dont give a fuck, litter life Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator I mean, Wolf Haley Fucking radical Haha Niggas murdered this shit, know what I’m saying Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying Fuck them dope faggots my niggas We don’t give a fuck nigga, we a wolf pack my nigga, we keep you up barking and shit nigga Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what I’m saying, yall niggas 40 and shit still in the game These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out all that shit, know what I’m saying Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga, Wolf Gang

Runnin out of time, runnin out of time, runnin out of time Runnin out of time to make you love me Runnin out of time, runnin out of time To make you love me Secrets Oh, you spin my head around I been lookin for it I been runnin out of spells To make you love me Secrets Keep it up To make you love me Wade in your water Your waves wash over me I drift to the deep end Dont save, dont save, dont save Its a low tide I found peace in drownin Runnin out of time, runnin out of time, runnin out of time Runnin out of time to make you love me Livin in pretend Keep it a buck fifty, fuck Are you livin in pretend? Are you– So Take your mask off I need her out the picture Take your mask off Stop lyin for these niggas Stop lyin to yourself I know the real you Dont save, dont save, dont save Halloween aint for a minute, lose the costume You need to chill, okay Been runnin from the targets and em back in the day And now they working their all, another track out the DAW Actin a fool, actin a ball, we packin the park, yeah But Im still runnin Out of time Of time, of time Runnin outta Of time Still runnin outta Of time Still runnin outta time Time Yeah

Ayo Lets take it back to them days Counting sheep on Sadie Hannahs floor Carpet was my baby mama 80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured Rent-A-Center calling everyday Nobody home, theyre knocking on the door Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt In toys I only dreamed that I could afford Now I roll through Okaga I ride to California These frog oval goggles Im leanin out the window OJ shinin on me Simp sun shinin on me Slick circles float roll Out this world Yeah, yeah Run it, run it, run it, run it I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow Aint nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego But dont be too cool, you might freeze Because niggas get stuck in the cold Shit weighs a ton Water your garden, my nigga Tell these black kids they could be who they are Dye your hair blue, shit, Ill do it too Look, I smell like Chanel I never mall grip with my manicured nails I coconut oil the skin I keep the top low cause the follicles thinnin But other than that, man, it feels like Im winning Went from statistic to millionaire CNN doubted cause my skin is dark Then they forget when I get in my car These frog oval goggles Im leanin out the window OJ shinin on me Simp sun shinin on me Slick circles roll float Out this world Yeah, yeah Run it, run it, run it, yeah I glow I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow I rock, I roll , I bloom, I— Flower boy T, nigga, thats me Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree Took a lil while, nigga makin leaves Keep it in my branches so my family can eat Favorite color green, energy is skrong Giving niggas life, birdies and the beez Droppin them seeds, not what you want You dont know what I keep in the trunk Ah, shit! Ahh, ahh Ahh Run it, run it, run it, run it Run it Run it Run it

Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go? I stick to the plan, thats the goal Fuck these niggas man, man, man, man Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango Shotgun grape, he look like mayo Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo Swampy niggas out the bayou Pockets flooded, yall be dilute Watered down, Im Big Mac Im quarter pound, you chicken nugget Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage Financial advisor buggin, Flower Boy is buzzin Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin aint nobody fuckin with him Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go? I stick to the plan, thats the goal Fuck these niggas man, thats for sure Say Uno the shoe, red with the blue Look like a flag, what the fuck it do? Golf be the set, no more OF Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck Give a fuck about you or your respect Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades But I made the cut like I pack a blade You could call me Brush, Ive been makin waves Since Ashley Banks cousin had a fade But thats 92, Im 91 Watts Riot in my blood, nigga whats up And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup Lemonade, yeah its Minute Maid I been gettin paid, pockets gainin weight Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but thats up to you, haha Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go? I stick to the plan, thats the goal Fuck these niggas man, thats for sure Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me Skin glowin, clear of acne Diamonds see-through, so holographic Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey Spent dinero like Taxi Driver Handmade is that thing with tires But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron And he do what I says like Simon And my bitch mixed like jambalaya Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan Bitch you’re a bum, see you dont understand Yeah, I cut off some friends, T where you been? Bitch Im in Bel-Air, been lookin for land Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand Got enough rocks, see, check my hand And I got crack, watch how I talk And its still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark Wallace still trippin on shit that I bought But I really do not care the cost cause... Man, now they go I cut off some friends

Da na na na na, da na na na na Da na na na na, my baby Youve been on my mind Im losing my mind because I hope that we can be more than just friends Fireworks, I feel like glitter And every time you come around, I feel like glitter Youre the one that I needed in my life Youre the one that I needed in my life Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all? I never been the darkest one cause my self esteem is tall So I never seen eye-to-eye with yall niggas, ayo Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o So I keep that buck, I aint give no fuck They aint build me up so I block em like Lego Feelin glitter, feelin good and great Got the burner, got the heat, like wait Got the shit, its all up on that hip Ill use it on myself on the day you dip Got that 4, 5, 7, track 8 for me Baby doll, I hope you agree Because you light my Fireworks, I feel like glitter And every time you come around, I feel like glitter Youre the one that I needed in my life Youre the one that I needed in my life Cause I love having you around Cause I love having you around Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy This is one sided, yeah, I cant lie We aint gon work out, we a fat boy Yeah, sumo, got it, memo Pale skin see-through, must be a window Cause you aint an L, could be a DJ When I see you, my heart beat changes tempo Yeah, simple, thats what I want but I cant Thats who you are but I aint We can track 10 skiptrace, Im caught in your quicksand, wait Please dont save me Ooooh How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? We didnt get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection Fuck

Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio! Were going to dance And exercise And have some fun I aint got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I aint got time for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I aint got time Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I cant believe it That I got this car, so I take the scenic Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix First, happy birthday! You bitch-ass nigga, yup, Im thirsty Them little shots that you threw, they aint hurt me I aint fuck with your bitch-ass in the first place I aint got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I aint got time for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? Boy, I aint got time Nat Turner would be so proud of me Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they would bow at me But youre a house nigga, so you dont know How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair Cause you already know how slow my shit grow Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Tick, tock Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil Next line will have em like whoa Ive been kissing white boys since 2004 One me, two feet, three Ms Four, five, six years ago sucked Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized Cause Vans fucked up Ima read commas, you gon leave comments Saying what I shoulda did, but you aint did nada You aint important Ima keep sporting All smiles over here Shout out to The Garden And I just handle all my business like a chessboard And at them Golf boys? Thats my motherfucking set, boy Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda Walk weird cause my pockets look like thick Yoda With a Skywalker, riding round solar Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola Getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to they gave a big loaf of Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa Whats that thick odor? Young Millie T A young, focused black boy, oh silly me Better talk shit Cause Im either in my Cons or my Golf shit Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down Im Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down Yeah, right now Cause niggas dying every day and I aint light brown And i-D aint wanna give a nigga no post So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue Listen, man, Im that boy All you little niggas clones Boy I fill that void You better kill that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth Tick, tock Bitch Tick, tock Tick, tock Cause I aint got ti- Sugar Oh! Youre so sweet Fuck? They should call you sugar Cause youre so s- Hello?

Dream Just dream Long ago, long ago, long ago Dream Just dream Are we still friends? Can we be friends? Are we still friends? Ive got to kno– Know If we can still see each other Shake your hand, say hi Long ago, long ago, long ago I cant stop you, I cant rock too Ive been back there and I can not die too But Ive got to know Are we still friends? Can we be friends? Are we still friends? Can we be– Are we still friends? Can we be friends? Are we still friends? Are we still friends? Are we still friends? Are we still friends? Are we still friends? Are we still friends? I said, are we still friends? Are we still friends? Dont get green skin , keep contact Dont say, Goodbye, smell you later Nah, I cant I dont want to end this season on a bad episode, nigga, nah Bouncing off things and you dont know how you fall Your power is drained, so you cannot go through walls Youre caught in this matrix, dont know where you play it You hate it, it could be your favorite if you make it your friend Are we still friends? Are we still friends? Are we, are we, are we, are we still friends? Oh woah Cant say goodbye Cant say goodbye, goodbye

Ah, whatever goes around Eventually comes back to you So you gotta be careful, baby And look both ways Before you cross my mind Did you ever wonder, yeah, do you ever wonder? What he might be going through on his own, and The demons that hes facing alone I hate that sometimes I cant go home And it just aint the same on the phone, no But everybodys gotta go on, dont they? Yes, we do, baby So if you need a hero Just look in the mirror No ones gonna save you now So you better save yourself And everybodys hurting Everybodys going through it But you just cant give up now Cause you gotta save yourself Yeah, gotta hang on, baby The sunll come out, nothing good ever comes easy I know times are rough but winners dont quit So dont you give up, the sunll come out But weve been struggling endlessly Someday well find the love Cause after the storms when the flowers bloom Kali, what you mean? I take it offensive Cause Im the hottest flower boy That popped up on the scene Feeling better, better than ever Cause your umbrella, -brella Sun is beaming on me like headlights beaming on Bambi Now lets pretend the street is the room And you are a Camry, cause you drive me candy The Tito to my Randy, now lets produce some thrillers My chocolate wit yo vanilla, uh The sunll come out Nothing good ever comes easy I know times are rough But winners dont quit So dont you give up The sunll come out But weve been struggling endless days Someday well find the love Cause after the storm... I know its hard But did you even really try? Maybe you could understand When all you had to do was ask And just open your mind When everything is passing by And all you had to do was try Yeah, all you had to do was try Try, try, try, try, try And all you had to do was try Try, try, try, try

Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out Shoutout to my mother, and my father didnt— Oh, my God, I never seen nothin like this Haha, thats what my mom was sayin She, she was cryin and shit It was, she was just like, This shit is beautiful It was a beautiful moment You alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back Cause you, you never know You never know where the fuck you gon end up at Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out Shoutout to my mother, and my father didnt pull out MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap bout? Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood Call me lumbеrjack cause I wish a nigga would race Do it like I? This thе wish-a-nigga-could face They aint gettin paper like they should, wait Niggas aint really on the type of shit he on I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli for him I own my companies full, told em to keep the loan I took that gold bitch home, niggas was big mad I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate And bought another car cause I aint know how to celebrate That big boy, that big bitch for all weather It never rain in Cali, came with an umbrella Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out Shoutout to my mother, and my father didnt pull out MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap bout? Good credit score, this card really cant max out Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood Call me lumberjack cause I wish a nigga would race Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigg— Its different, its really different Ayo, I might just sled in Utah, LA is too warm My nigga tall, he look like a bitch, I call him Mulan Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons Niggas can not fuck with performance of magic , new wand Thats my nuance, used to be the weirdo Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed Used to treat me like that boy off Malcolm in the Middle Now Im zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero Rolls-Royce pull up , Black boy hop out Nah, I cant take this shit no more, man, I quit Thats it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga Fuck niggas talking to me about? Close yall fuckin faces Quality Wednesday music Wish-a-nigga-could face Oh yeah, you asked for it Wish-a-nigga-would face Fuck you mean, nigga?

No, no, no, no, no, no, listen, listen The driver gon drop you off Alright, its warm The waterfall is crazy I dont know, make somethin up, tell him somethin Uh, come on Still on the boat Call me if you get lost You and I, we fell in love I aint read the signs, aint know what it was But God gotta know he might have peaked when he made you The cosmos only mistake is what they named you They should call you sugar, youre so sweet Well, they should call you sugar, cause youre so sweet to me Well, they should call you sugar, sugar, oh, youre so sweet Cause, baby, youre the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest thing Ive known Baby, youre the sweetest thing Even if You left me out here stranded, my feelings wouldnt change a bit You know how I feel, baby Infinite The love I have for you, a diamond couldnt put a dent in it Darling, youre the wind under my wings My heart beats triple time when I see you Somethin I cant control If I compared you, the sun is a stand-in You got a smile that could light up a planet , yeah And I just wanted you to know They should call you sugar, youre so sweet Well, they should call you sugar , cause youre so sweet to me Well, they should call you sugar , youre so sweet Cause, baby, youre the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest thing Ive known Youre the sweetest They should call you sugar, youre so sweet Well, they should call you sugar , cause youre so sweet to me Well, they should call you sugar, youre so sweet Cause, baby, youre the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest And you look so good And you smell so good And you taste so good And youre so, so good Youre the sweetest Yeah, you are, ha-ha Sweet like, like motherfuckin brown sugar sweet potatoes Or somethin Ha-ha The plan was to stick my toe in and Check the temperature, but Next thing I know, Im Im drownin Appelle-moi si tu te perds This here for the sunseekers Run the track What makes you think Im not in love? How could you know Whats best for us? Why am I here Standing alone? Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah Youre so good to me Yeah, it felt good to me, yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah Youre so good to me Yeah, it felt so good to me So, what makes you think Im not in love? And how could you know Whats best for us, us, us? Why am I here Standing alone? Because I thought you wanted to dance with me Honestly, its all about the timing, yeah I aint mean to lead you on, because Him and I got some things that were trying But my energy belongs to you I want you so bad, but not too fast Its not your fault, we cant pretend Because we both in the wrong So what makes you think Im not in love? How could you know, know, know Whats best for us? Why am I here Standing alone? Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance I wish that we never met, I wish that we aint connect Like Lego, connection good, but mixed signal If you say so, like cardio We stared up and down, but we didnt blink Felt like dirty dishes cause we was in sync I swear to God, if you and him never linked Id tear that ass up like somethin was stole Id make them glass balls roll back to your skull Call a tail number, where you wanna go? The fuck do he got that I dont got a lot of? There go my ego again, thats the problem The fuck you expect? I go get what I want I want you to say you pick me with your voice Im twenty-five up, but I cant buy your choice You promised to me, but thats not the point You got me out here smokin joints You got me out here losin point Im cancellin shoots and Im cancellin— Im hitchhiking, you pull over, so invitin The seat got my name on it, but who driving? He hiatus, we spend time, and we repeat and we rewind it Your headlights? It hit my eyelid Love is blinding, yall together? Dont remind me, so confusin What we doing? How yall doing? Oh, you choosin him? Okay, I gotta cope with losing, fuck I aint been sleepin well Twin, Ill never tell Stay busy so I dont think, cause downtime is when it sink in I stare at old pictures, I, I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance, I Maybe, maybe Whats the chance, though? I wish that we had better timing Ill save a dance just for you So dont forget about me, ba-ba-ba-da Ill save a dance just for you I wish that we had better timing Ill save a dance just for you So dont forget about me , ba-ba-ba-da Ill save a dance just for you

My soul cries out Hallelujah and I thank God for saving me I thank God for... Here go all your problems again Three, two, one, youre pinned Uncle now he back in the pen Auntie shut down again Did she finally come to life? Ever wish you had another life? Ever wish you had another life? Ever wish you had another life? Dont you wish the night would go numb? Ive been feelin low for so long I aint had a high in so long I been in the dark for so long Night is always darkest fore the dawn Gotta make my mark fore Im gone I dont wanna die alone I dont wanna die alone I get mad when she gone Mad when she home Sad when she gone Mad when she home Sad when she gone Floatin on a silver lining Yeah, you know where to find me, ridin on a silver lining And my God wont deny me, tell the Devil, Get behind me And all the stars are aligned, lift me up every time You know exactly where to find me Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah... Did those ideas ever really come to life? Make it all come to life Make it all come to life Prayin for a change in your life Well, maybe its gon come tonight Sadness settin in again Three, two, one, youre pinned Uncle right back in the pen Tell me how auntie been Took your thoughts and penciled em in Shouldve wrote em down in pen And maybe theyll come to life And maybe theyll come to life Sadness settin in again Three, two, one, youre pinned Uncle right back to the pen Tell me how auntie been Thoughts, you had penciled em in Probably shouldve wrote em in pen And maybe theyll come to life They could finally come to life They could finally come to life You know where to find me, they cannot define me So they crucify me, how so fazed when I leave? Come and purify me, come and sanctify me You the air that I breathe, the ultra-ultralight beam Brought a gift to Northie, all she want was Nikes This is not about me, God is still alive, so Im free Floatin on a silver lining, floatin on a silver lining So when Im free, Im free

Knock-knock, mothafucks, its me, Mr. Clusterfuck What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up Aint been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up Rest in peace or lie in it, life aint got no light in it Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in Open it, dope in it, Bobby wheres my fucking pipe? Dress my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes Get some ice cream, Golf Wang Roscoes for the night To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast Had a blast out in Europe, had a Swedish bitch licking toes Thats how it goes, designing clothes Cats on everything, cats on everything You think all this money will make a happy me? But Im bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat Everybodys sparking but me, and I keep coughing Cant keep calm in this spots hot box and Im getting nauseous Hop in the car, ride to Saugus, and head straight to the office Pissed off at Jasper because thats some faggot shit called Pink Dolphin I roll here on a mean unicorn Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up Something like a lez, Im forgetting my damn manners cause I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy When youre alone thoughts start coming in Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging Shit youve got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again I needed to get out of the house So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles Just to see what all that fucking hype is about Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay? Cause everytime I see one I think what his parents would say In court saying I ate him, I wasnt present that day I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese While my friends cant afford little pizzas from Little Caesars And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls So I dont feel bad when they not eating Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman Im never civil, fuck Lincoln, Preme out the bag its no wrinkles Im okie dokie and loopy and booboo nana and caca If you think Im fucking koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then Hey... Bitch. Im right here. Yo, whos that..? Thats Salem, thats my girlfriend. You stay the fuck away from her alright? I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy

Bitch, fuck! You have a question? How many cars can I buy til I run outta drive? How much drive can I have until I run outta road? How much road can they pave until I run outta land? How much land can it be until I run in the ocean? Niggas go with the motions and all the plans See, I was never into the beaches and all the sands See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows, and posies Fallin outta my pocket, but yall want to know if I swam to cool down How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans? How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC? If the AC blow up, well then Im TNT, Im gone Im gone and Im finished And I aint seen my friends in a minute Guessing nothing lasts forever Yeah, nothing lasts forever Nothing sticks together Sick of sitting in doubt Please let me figure this out, out Shout out to the girls that I led on For occasional head and always keepin my bed warm And tryin their hardest to keep my head on straight And keepin me up enough til I had thought I was airborne How many raps can I write til I get me a chain? How many chains can I wear til Im considered a slave? How many slaves can it be til Nat Turner arise? How many riots can it be until them Black lives matter? Niggas click-clack splatter, pew that nigga Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool Cause I know what Im drivin is usually paid in full And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views Them views get some stares and my backyard does too And if you walk to the bottom youll prolly see a pool You better not drown, keep them ten toes up Cause if them ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up And thats what I swim in And if I drown and dont come back Whos gonna know? And if I crash and dont come back Whos gonna know? And if I fall and dont come back Whos gonna know? Im wondering if I dont come back Maybe then Ill know Dont come back Dont come back Ayy, dont come back Dont come back No, no

Crack fucked up the world And I wonder if they realized the damage I mean, they come from an era Who made a lot of money off that shit And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience It fucked with me being out there, I couldnt stand it I couldnt stand seeing people fucking theyselves up like that on the shit And thats where the money came from 48, 48, 48 states I get it in 48, 48, 48 states I get it in They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga 48, 48, 48 states I get it in 48, 48, 48 states I get it in They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga Shits getting warmer, on that corner Gotta watch out for them 5-0 foreigners Your mothers a goner I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar You got a daughter, shits getting harder The only thing you wanna bunk her was your freedom You cant afford to get caught up but you in too deep And the seashore aint saw ya You got a mother, she dont support you But you bought her a new house cause you love her Growing up you barely had a roof Now you got a coupe and it doesnt have a roof I guess you’re accustomed what you’re used to So you bought two, nigga They coming for you, nigga Niggas be hating Im doing them bitches Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets And running the man and hes losing his fucking mind And it’s all an illusion Who was alludin all of this potent? I am the reason your family is using and shooting up Its my fault You can, blame me, motherfucker For killing your aunties and uncles The hustle and hunger All I wanted was a cheeseburger And a little chain, tucked Didn’t realize this game fucked, up some lives Oh, hows mine? My conscience eats it up all the time but, other than that I’m fine I got a little money in my pocket 48, 48, 48 states I get it in 48, 48, 48 states I get it in They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga 48, 48, 48 states I get it in 48, 48, 48 states I get it in They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga Nigga, we broke as fuck Homie got a chop shop, I stole that truck And I sold that dope, motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke But like my work I give no fucks, Im sorry She could have been a doctor, nigga, I’m sorry Could have been an actor and won that Oscar, said Im sorry I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, Im sorry But I got a nice car, put my sister through school While my mama all cool, Im sorry Im in too deep and I can’t see the shore, Im sorry You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it You get addicted to the flip The, the, the, the transaction, the hustling Even more than the money, its just your job You feel like its your duty to be the man in between the man And make this happen for that person And to do this and do that You become the go to guy, you know, forever Next thing you know you’re in too deep Way too deep, itll scare the shit out of you You wind up with so much work, that youd be scared to death Its important for us to realize man, we gotta get out of that, man You know, dudes is buying choppers Shoot down the people that look just like them Dudes is buying guns to take down each other Nobody wins, ya know what I mean?

Darker times Theyre telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all weve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didnt compromise She could recognize Voodoo Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun Voodoo Dont let him see divide Dont you let her see divide Voodoo Shes got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit Hes got the whole wide world in his pants He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band Then put the whole wide world on her hands Shes got the whole wide world in her hands Hes got the whole wide world in his hands Theres somethin about you I cant believe Im even talking to you, tellin you this right now Youre special I wish you could see what I see She peels an orange for us in the morning She woke me up to give me half I can hear the children soccer ballin Like wildcats running on the grass, hey Youre a girl on this island Im a boy from America My flight leaves tonight But I dont think Im going backwards I wont be going backwards Youre my golden girl Youre the one Ive chosen, girl Youre 24K You make it bright when its grey Youre my golden girl The sun has been kind to you Youre 24K But the skys never grey Silent moments, meditative poses You break my focus, you make me laugh Two mopeds racing through the forest Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path Im my best on this island Im a mess in America My flight left last night But I know Im not going back home, yeah Im not going back home, no Youre my golden girl Youre the one Ive chosen, girl Youre 24K You make it bright when its grey Youre my golden girl The sun has been kind to you Youre 24K But the skys never grey If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still? If we dont have to live through hell just to get to heaven Ima stay right here, with you Til the hurricane comes, til the tsunami comes Ive found my gold Youre my golden girl Youre the one Ive chosen, girl Youre 24K You make it bright when its grey Youre my golden girl The sun has been kind to you Youre 24K But the skys never grey Um, youre my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L And thats for the females that cant spell, but Um, thanks for fuckin with me You turn my dark into light, youre like a bucket of bleach You see, I want you to know that My negatives at home arent working for my Kodak So that means that I dont want to go back Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that Hand of yours, girl, Im a wreck in America Your face is the best Cause its the same color as the lace on my neck And youre golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it Lets toast and listen to Michael Bolton I free-fall off the hill again Lets see where I land, Im like Gilligan Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring Im just hopin that you dont turn my neck green

I was 16 when we first laid eyes Scrawny little fucker, yeah, I was that guy And you was down for the weekend, I was down for the greetings And you eyes the same color shit that Jasper be chiefing Couple freckles on ya noses, roses made you blush Gentleman I was like I wasnt tryna fuck But it was my first official date so I was stuck, like It was past curfew, and we was at the Grove And it was raining, and I had to be home And then you grab my hand, talking about tryna get home safe or something All I remember was your motherfucking face I play in your hair as you rub on my ears Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked Now its awkward in here because our lips locked Feels like I’m floating in air Cant believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I’m holding your hand and Making eye contact, I feel like the damn man Cause even though I am and get round of applauses Im insecure and start to think that I do not stand chance But, moments, wish that I can own it or lease it or clone it Cause holding your fingertips is golden I fucking love you, now treat my palms like a bowling ball and Grip and keep holding on girl As you rub on my ears Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked Now its awkward in here because our lips locked Feels like Im floating in air Cant believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag You got a nigga- Wait Dont think this is going to work Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt I havent talked to you in a couple of days I got too comfortable And started to think that we was really a couple But hey, at least there was time spent But by the time you hear this you wont know what these rhymes meant But when you realize, its awkward, your name still my password So Im always fucking reminded You got a nigga sprung Youre my girlfriend... Youre my girl Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend, youre my girl, girlfriend Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend, youre my girl Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend, youre my girlfriend Youre my girl.. oooo Youre my, youre my Girl Ooooo girlfriend... girlfriend.. Youre my girlfriend youre my girl girlfriend Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend

Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man And from his rib an angel born as Eve Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Why do I cry at night still? Cant sleep without the NyQuil Stressed out because we fight Will we ever get this right? Cause thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man And from his rib an angel born as Eve Formed into flesh and promised him her hand So lay me down in Eden under stars And show me why its us that he will choose If happy, I would die here in your arms Dont cry because the ocean makes me blue So blue, so blue So blue, so blue, so blue, oh So blue, so blue, so blue, oh So blue, so blue, so blue, oh So blue, so blue Well lately baby, I dont give a fuck Im sick of kissing up, I used to miss us taking pics and kissing Now you miss the club, I pull my zipper up Start to think Wait, is this it for us?—Nah Cause I fell for you See Im the living Icarus, relationships they suck Im lookin around and girl what happened to me? They hate on me now but soon Ill be winning And plaque after plaque, you will see it And they mad at my accuracy But my swaggy flow cant even rap to the beat Better pass it to the chief, world is tragic and deceased Cops selling crack in the street But you look like the law I know I broke your heart but I loved you from the start Baby tell me all your secrets, baby you know this is hard When Im crying in your arms, staring at the stars, its my— I knew that there would come a day, when you would wanna You-you would wanna, you-you would wanna run away Take you to a sunny place Girl, follow me into the ocean

So, you tell me that everything just isnt going well Well, first off... My only problem is death Fuck heaven, I aint showing no religion respect Brain damage, therapys the only thing I regret Talking to me is like a fucking body missing a neck But, Im surprised I aint pop off my top off Life is a bitch and my cocks soft, the Glocks cocked My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the walls red Her life is fucked, shes sad now, her son is dead I told her Im her worst nightmare This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air Or in your day dreams, thats how death seems I told her Im her worst nightmare This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air Or in your daydreams, thats how death seems When I was younger, I would smile a lot Im getting older, getting bolder, but a wiser top Now Im drunk driving, laps full of Budweiser tops Life is a movie and youre just a prop They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums Love? I dont get none, thats why Im so hostile to the kids that get some My father called me to tell me he loved me— Id have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me Annoying and Im ugly, most niggas wanna punch me Im surprised the fucking doctor even touched me Feel like Humpty, you hoping that Ill fall? Fuck yall Im Ace, Im parentless, odd, kinda arrogant Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a little darker Ill see you in a couple, OF I told her Im her worst nightmare This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air Or in your day dreams, thats how death seems I told her Im her worst nightmare This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air Or in your daydreams, thats how death seems Tyler, heres some water, man. You seem a little tense. Hows Thebe? All because a nigga just dont give a fuck Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up But fuck that, youre a shitty parent, face it, suck it up Thats what you shouldve did before that nigga bust, huh Feel like I missed my little brother growing up Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bruh Now Im emo, so fuck it, Im pouring up But I never had a drink— My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough I wont feel the feelings I be feeling when Im sobered up But thats a fucking lie, why would he say that? Im As emotionally straight as Travis when he-- Dont look at me, Im 65, about to fucking cry About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die I finally had a family Domos in another state, and where the fuck is Riley? Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldnt find me? Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death One ear I got kids screaming, O.F. is the best The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at So I can kill these levels of stress, shit They say that Im shock value How about you hop off cock and turn volume down? I havent got around to telling my mom shit Cause I dont know how to... All I want is her support, but no, its the fights at home When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown Now shes really fuckin pissed, so the knives get thrown And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throats all gone Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone Then they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpack For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees And deodorant like his house is my home I could live with the same hat And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday Where I skate with the same fucking friends that Didnt give a fuck about fame or a name, oh Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat Email full of emails, I never write back Aint kill myself yet, and I already want my life back I told her Im her worst nightmare This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air Or in your day dreams, thats how death seems One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops Im going in flu shots, couldnt kill me with two top rockers Youre on the side of faggots and cock blockers Im on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches Im Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human Cause Im shrooming with the bangers and the carneys You niggas cant harm me cause yall know that We at the fuckin Dirty like its laundry Nigga, get off me Fuck off me man, fuck I dont know, its like Im a different person at times Sometimes Im fucking mad, sometimes Im not Its like I got a fucking voice in my head Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man I dont fucking know, man He tells me to do this shit, that I dont wanna fucking do Tron Cat

Im not crazy, Im a fuck—ohh, shit! Floopy goober, motherfucker Hey, man, god damn, hey, bro They aint ready for what we bout to bring back! They aint ready for Tyler with the green hat! Ugh, fuck it They aint ready for the WANG$AP, niggas! I—Imma rap this next verse Fuck is niggas talkin bout, nigga? Yo We gon die legends! I hope you stackin I hope you puttin some money to the side, my nigga, and payin your taxes I hope you not incriminatin you and your niggas on songs if you trappin I hope you dressin yourself and not followin niggas opinions on fashion I hope them cars that you drivin aint rented just to get some comments on Gram Oh, shit, they are, because you not the man Low self-esteem, hide it in lean , Xan every meal You fuckin weak, and you robbin your plug? You aint got no plan, but Im not here to judge Cause, apparently, youre doin your thing Talk your shit, Young Nigga! Woo! I know they see me Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina Oh, you wearin Vans and Supreme this season? Stop lyin to yourself, nigga, me the reason AHH! Right now, nigga Ugh, right now A little gooey with some nice sounds, huh This little groupie want the pipe now, yeah She eatin coochie, kinda dyke now, ugh Got a new dirt bike, wow And it match the go-kart, go skrrt! now I really want the La Ferrari, but shit Cant you lower the price down? Fuck right now Ayy! Ayy! Fuck right now Woo! God! Ayy Ayy right now, nigga What the fuck right now! Go right now, nigga What the fuck right now! Bite down, nigga, here we go! Cause Im not one When it come to a vision, they aint got one Rolling Stone never gave me a cover, so... Um... So I shot one! I aint do college , I said fuck them lessons I aint join no gang, I said fuck them weapons Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path Cashed my first check and said Fuck depression, nigga! Nigga what you scared for? Everybody lean, everybody gang though Nigga you a new slave, Im an old one Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on Like you aint seen no shit like mine You aint seen no dick like mine Nahhh—pause What the, what the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? Told you dickheads Ima go nuts Niggas told me to grow up So I matured to a V10 Im in a vacant lot doin donuts There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo Never sip syrup, shout my nigga Schooly Yall dont want beef, let us know he can eat that bread Cause he pushin that mayo, fuego Respect when you see him Boy, last album was a musical museum Somethin always lost with you niggas like Liam Neeson, boy, you better run Here I come, snortin glitter, portrait pictures I dont run with many cause their walk is bitter Niggas mad at T, where the tall freckled white boys at? Cause I dont fuck with niggas Thats not my homie, thats not my whoadies That not my team, nigga, theyre benchwarmers I am a stormer, I am a trooper I am a Koopa, bet it lost its value as soon as I moved it I run the business, I do not got time for niggas opinions They fuckin stupid, dont need em, dont want em I drop em, theyre deadweight, them niggas useless Neck heavy like mothafuckin bad news Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin with a hunchback I got a new white one that I worked hard for So the doors on my car doin jump-jacks My big bro Frankie got a Porsche My little brother Taco got a Bimmer If you see em around me, they eatin We all good, its like FEMA, but of course Get money, nigga! Get money! All you funny-lookin niggas, back the fuck up! Ayy, ayy, ayy, man Um, oh, I wanted to add this I sit in room with a to-do list, pro- Ceed to do and play acoustics, you Sit around and look at me feelin foolish Rollin up and make excuses, fucking losers Jesus, damn man Fuck them niggas! Ayy, man, ayy, man! What the fuck right now! Ayy I just got one mothafuckin question: What the fuck right now! Why the fuck these niggas wanna look like you now? What the fuck right now! Why the fuck these hoes wanna fuck a nigga like you now? What the fuck right now! Why the fuck these niggas frontin like niggas aint been invented the swag they runnin with? Why the fuck is niggas actin like niggas aint the originators of this shit? Man, I tell these niggas they can die and suck a dick! How was that? Cool?

Its the blackout, Rari got the back out Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route Kill bin Laden, nother four up in the black house Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, Ye done hit the jackpot Whole nother level, then you add fame Thats a whole nother devil, legit drug dealer Thats a whole nother bezel, the carbon Audemar Thats a whole nother metal, but still keep it ghetto Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle Runnin like the rebels, UNLV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Pharrell said get em, so I got em Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot em Then it ricocheted and killed the game, Im a problem Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms Pardon my French, Im going hard as my dick When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks Is a must, like the arm of my pits You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume On sale during Christmas in Philly Um, well, not really, its getting kinda chilly Lets hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Airs richest With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Im a fucking walking paradox And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin, West side! With the speakers blastin a pair of Pacs Yonkers 10 milli, youre silly Thinkin that this preme wasnt free, willy The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful And fuckin tighter than Chad Hugos pupils, its Wolf Gang and the With the Re-Ups a helluva buzz Rick James said cocaines a helluva drug Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs And paint a perfect picture of what sellin it does? This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry Two different worlds, same symmetry And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top Of your game, you make enemies, youll never finish me Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind

See, um, heavy feelings for you, yeah, yeah, its no secret You too cool for me and I aint tryna freeze up Like the Johnsons, nonsense, I would speak up And realize theres more fish in the sea, Ima re-up Like, bitch, I know my shit is bumping, its eczema So I wont walk around with my head down like I got beat up Um, you do you, Ill do me, I’ll just chuck the peace up I aint tryna keep up, because I dont love you anymore Cause I dont love you anymore Cause I dont love you anymore Cause I dont love you anymore But this just might be better for us, you know? Where did time go, I need location Thats all that I know, I, I, I, I Where did time go? But now, movin on, but how? Uh, somethin put my feelings in the lost and found Now Im stuck forever, and ever, and ever And ever, and ever, and ever And ever, and ever Forever, and ever, and ever I dont love you no more Tell me where to go Can I have my heart back? I dont love you anymore Cause I dont love you anymore Cause I dont love you anymore Cause I dont love you anymore But this just might be better for us, you kn-

Hey Miss Parker Wait, wait, wait, wait Somethin like I just cut some fresh lemons, wheres the sugar? Lemon in my ade, lemon in my ears, call em boogers Rather six feet fore Im ever seen with you niggas Yeah What it is? Its that nigga T, skin look colored in Ridin in double-double R, thats that Cullinan Pullin in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in GOLF le FLEUR, thats Gianno shoe, what Im runnin in Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan Im so motherfuckin dead-ass, I need some Timberlands I battle any man, Uzi Vert, dont think they understand Uh , double C on my feet Double G on my freak , Louis V by my briefs She wan kick it with me, she better eat it then leave She try save all the plates but keep eatin my meat We cant see none of em grow, she keep eatin my seeds Got a E and a B on the back of the seat See Im done with the 12, got a V16 Say the money comin in, yeah, thats true The more money I get, I dont wan sex you Cant think about the last time that I text you Its probably when sidekicks had them belt loops Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you Just like a brand new Lamb, I wreck you, uh So whats mine is yours Ride to the dinner tapin Outta time and imagine her in the exit Last deal more than what Google say my net is I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah Its the double P, I rock double C Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats Man, come to me, you want somethin to see This internally flawed, thats a double Vs What troubles me is you couple me With these subtle fleas tryna double league Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin bumblebee They just got the closest picture of the fuckin sun surface, that was us Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin dust My Secret Service carry mops, you call em street sweepers, back you up Tat you up then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa If the shits fake, I dont respect it, its clickbait And thats distaste like a shit shake What a difference your wrist make when its Richard-made Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels, deck, grip tape Ride to the dinner tapin Outta time and imagine her in the exit Last deal more than what Google say my net is I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit Uh, uh, uh

Oh, I dont need the metronome, bro Ayy Kahn-da-muh duh-cay When you wanna be, ahh When you eat all the cheese In the store, in the store, in the store In the store, yeah, yeah yeah Alright She lives next door To the store that I loiter at We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply I know that shes the key to love She is who Im thinking of when I am beating Richard up To mental images—her face look The closest that I got was when Im poking her on Facebook Video chats are so exciting Cause its like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy Im getting gassed up, I think shes liking me Shes gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate I see her in class Not really, two doors down, but anytime that I pass To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick My left hand on her tits, ah, my shits getting hard From thoughts of dating this bitch Her name is my password Fuck All my niggas got they bitches and stuff But all the bitches they fuck are known as bitches and sluts And shes special, I know to yall, I come off as rough But Im the nicest to her, and I just want to concur A relation: I want the cheesy dates at the movies And stupid walks at the beach, and sharing straws in a cup I never had that, so when we holding hands walking home I look past that, the fact that shes fucking guys that I hate, but Things are looking great, cut copy Last time we talked, she said that her relationship was rocky Now that Mr. Faggots gone, theres no one that can stop me From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy Next day, metros taking me home I see her in the cut at Wendys; shes not alone Whos that guy? Wait, why the fuck he bout to kiss her? Come to find out she got back with her nigga Fuck Another one Its not the first time Shes so pretty Fuck self-pity, I feel so shitty I wanna text her in a jealous rage But if she reply to say anything, Ima smile, I know What do I do with myself? Sit in my room for some days? Play Xbox with piles full of wet socks? Fuck that My nigga ask, Ace, what happened to such-and-such? I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably fucked Or I could tell him the truth and just say she aint like me much But instead, I lie and say she moved to Nebraska But shes not mine

Ahem, fuck, yeah Met you on a Saturday, knew it was somethin soon as you spoke it Eye fuckin across the table, dont think anybody noticed You asked me if I was comin to city you from Maybe we should kick it, I was interested, that would be dumb If I denied long legs, good ears, great taste Smell good, sense of humor, obvious a good face And we clicked, we was at each others hips I aint even wanna fuck cause your presence was enough You and I make sense, you stayed back at my telly We was chattin til mornin, the vibrations was heavy I wasnt drownin or yawnin, thats when I told you my feelings You told me you felt the same, but you got homie you dealin with Damn, I didnt know, thats a bit unexpected But I get it, its whatever, least I can do is respect it We still gon kick it and check-in like nothin could ever stop it The problem is he my friend, but if Im honest, Im really hopin you drop him Its morals I really have, its lines I could never cross But you got somethin that make all them good intentions get lost I try to keep it together, never felt this way We spent bout two weeks together, only skipped one day And they say, Bros over hoes, Im like, Mm, nah, hey I would rather hold your hand than have a cool handshake But whatever, we still could be friends, it could still be chance Ima play it cool, we got somethin, we cannot pretend, uh, uh Its, its like starting a race And then when you take off, they like, No, no, its not a end, ha It was too late and shit FaceTimin, it aint bout nothin, you laughin, packin your luggage Its nothin incriminatin, but please delete our discussions You hit me with the look and replied like, Duh, bitch Dont want your man to think that we creepin behind his back Cross the line, cross the line, cross the— nah, we never did that Though I havent seen him in months, shit is rare he never hit back Anyway, convince him to bring you to me so we could kick it Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies We walkin off when we talk, man, that nigga not fuckin stupid He see it, he know its somethin we frontin like, Ha-ha-ha Whenever we Ha-ha-ha, we subtly press his buttons Not on purpose, but, man, I found my purpose If I fucked our friendship up for you, I think its worth it But, nah, I cant do that, that nigga dont deserve it And plus yall got depth, Im just the nigga on the surface, for real Surface I said surface, like, cause they got roots Like, Im the new nigga But you know, they be fuckin, haha Yeah, yeah Didnt see you a couple weeks, think he want you away from me Know yall argued bout if you mad you met him before you met me I feel guilty, but not as much as I should I tried to have that self-control, but not as much as I could I been down for days, you in my city and I cant see your face I cant eat knowin you with him and not at my place I never been jealous of another man Especially when I have everything I want at hand Except you, you You know, I got every damn car, multiple cribs But its like, No, I want that, ha He left for some days, I cleared out my sched, I cleared out my head You dropped off at mine, I say that we fled, No, you pick a place We could Tulum, or we could Capri, or die right here As long as you with me, Ill be at peace, huh You was supposed to go back home to see your bestie I told you I cant hit that zone, too busy next week You was like, Hmm, Ill stay a week, shell get over that Seven days with me, your nigga like, Where the fuck you at? Dirtyin my bakin pots, tennis at my mama spot Chauffeured in the Rolls, the back entrance for them restaurants Parks playin chess games, givin wigs pet names Manicures, night swims, Jerrod providin methane Shoppin til we droppin, what you coppin? See, the price is not a option Its investments cause your smile is the profit to me I know around him, you gotta act like you not into me I know your answer, but you gotta keep it honest with me Said you cant fully be into me cause you with him Then why the fuck when we link its like he doesnt exist? They all know that we friends, but we both aware that its more Everything I got, if you say the word, then its yours The only thing Im missin in life, I know you could be it And everyone around me that care about me can see it I could fuck a trillion bitches every country I done been in Men or women, it dont matter, if I seen em, then I had em But with you, its a feeling cause we twinnin and we matchin You stayed in the car when I went on date with that actress Whole time Im eatin, I couldnt wait to get back In the back of the car with you and talk about who we are You told me when you with me, its like heroin Told me that your confidence went up since we befriended, and Told me that you didnt wanna hurt him, why we doin this? Told me this a awkward situation and you just wanna be through with it Told me every time you not with him, it started problems, and Told me every time you not with me, you always ponder What type of sweater Im wearin, what music have I been finding Girl, you know that Ima play it whenever, thats what we bonded over You said you told him the truth and you never lied Now he lookin at you with them eyes We never crossed the line, but he got every right to be a lil pissed off He picked you up, yall got an argument, he got his shit off My energy like, Get lost, your energy just want peace I couldnt even tell you his energy cause he dont speak He aint even call you his bitch Until he see me make you smile, that nigga threatened as shit Im in the wrong, though I picked you up, your energy off Your lips really dry, something is off You ask if I gotta, I ask if you gotta We trip on our words, nobody is lyin, hakuna matata We sat in the car and cried for a hour My shirt look like a showerhead got it, we called it off Ill skip the details but that night I seen hell You was in a room I was payin for, I took three Ls No, I didnt sleep well, woke up and my knees fell They buckled to the ground, I cannot walk, shit, I need Vill Next day Im drivin round the city with no destination back-up Water in my eyes kept falling like Niagara Vill right beside me makin sure I didnt crash or Do something heinous cause Im emotionally jabbed up You checked every box, I thought it was it Felt like I got led on and pushed off a cliff No, Im in the wrong, that was a friend No, fuck that, the energy we had, never again will find it You in the wrong, gotta remind you bout the times that you stepped Gotta rewind it— aw, fuck We talkin bout our kinks, real cautious with the links You dont do that type of shit when you in relationship And you a hundred with your mate, so dont go actin like no saint Cause its a two-way street, and shit, you knew what I was on And while that nigga out and gone, shit, you was loungin in my home Shit, I even let you meet my mama and yall got along But shit, Ill take my L, though its not fun You still got your nigga and still had your fun Shit, I cant even look at you and think about bad words Thats why I called and said we couldnt end this on bad terms We straight like a bad perm, well always be good friends And laugh about it on a sandy beach while our back burns, huh This my perspective, this how I feel I aint fabricate nothin, I kept it real I told you I love you and always will And if he ever put his hands on you, promise Ill get him killed, true True, true, true, yeah On God, I love that girl, f— mhm Im a sh— Im a bad person, like, Im in the wrong, Im a bad person I had no ill intentions, though Shit, everybody got hurt I got hurt, bruh Its a shit situation All the morals and power you have just vanish when a certain energy is nearing And those feelings got so much gravity and its out of your control That made me realize adults dont know what they doin either Were all just children I aint mean to fuck nobodys shit up, man I thought I was bulletproof She proved me wrong, man I felt two hundred percent with her It was beautiful I was able to feel But it was, it was bad timing And Im mad private with this side of my life cause people are weirdos, and I just try to keep anyone I care about in the shadows Safe from the commentary and spotlight and thoughts Cause its just a story for the people outside of it But I guess youre just another chapter in the book

Geek, fag, stupid loser, find a rope to hang Im not bipolar, see Im just known by those couple names I wanna tell my pops but shit, hell probably say the same Fuck... Hated by everyone, thats the way it seems I dont know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self-esteem I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, Im amused alone Cause none of the cool kids would let me join a team Depressions on the stalk again My best friends an inhaler because it will not let me cough Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck Cause he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again I brought that on myself, see I should know my place But not at lunchtime, see I know better than to show my face Around them, but the day I do itll be everywhere When I share these feelings finally they gon fucking care Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots Crash a couple- Then, gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers Odd Future hooligans causing up a ruckus Its us, nigga I said its us, nigga Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you Was when I... uh with all them burners, you Think that Im some punk bullied bitch who aint gon trouble you Well, Im gonna burst your bubble two times if you dont mind Umm Who are you again? Im Samuel and thats Tyler We came to get wild and style in these trench coats! Dont start asking whats packing in these trench coats! Just know if you start acting, Im grabbing for these trench coats! My step-father called me a fag Ill show him a fag, and Ill light a fire up in his ass And recently them assholes been fucking with me in class So Ima keep them muhfuckers there and make sure they pass huh My prom date, she dismissed my offer So Imma her and toss her in the principals office Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? Dont worry, youll probably never see them again Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots Crash a couple- Then, gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers Odd Future hooligans causing up a ruckus Its us, nigga I said its us, nigga Bum bum bum bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe We are the Sams, and were dead -- its just four of us We come in peace, we mean no harm, and were inglorious We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us I guess we lost ours Music had nothing to do with my final decision I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had Since I was a kid but Im growing up so theyre missing I didnt mean to hurt anybody, Im sorry I wouldnt hurt a fly or consider joining the Army Im hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me Momma Im the same fucking kid that you made, see? I dont wanna go to jail, I just wanna go home And I want them fucking kids at school to just leave me alone And I... I hear helicopters, make ‘em dip Im fucking reloaded, I told you all that I aint taking shit You better back up before this Mac start to lift up Ill pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up The difference between us and our class is tan khakis I got 99 problems and all of thems being happy

Shit My mother warned me that some niggas aint my right hand To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop So now Im speedin and tryna drive away from the fact That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back The streets are filled with some clues like how I aint notice that? Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuck in the cul-de-sac I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help But what you want for some, some niggas Really dont want for themself Now do I stay? Do I go? Thats my dilemma And traffic is picking up, if I dont leave Ima get stuck So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awkward And I heard through some words that youre off it I got too much drive, dont wanna steer off path And crash and get distracted But I listen to that weather man cause it might rain Keep my windshield wipers prepared Cause yall throw so much shade And I got jacket in trunk, but thats in the front I also got power for both of us if youre ever in need of jump Just let me know, my nigga I had to switch gears on em Fishtail in the rearview mirror on em I had to switch gears on em You know, swerve, left turn, steerin wheel on em Nigga thats a pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Snakes in the grass, but I walk I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF So I be prepared for their bites, theyre all talk I left the condom in the grass so fuck off Watchin Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted I drive by piggies when Im in it cause it feels amazin The irony is I stopped eatin bacon Dont get it twisted, nigga, Im still hungry, oh he lonely All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies But all I can show em is a couple cars and more things That Ive made in the couple past month, hes on, please Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf Nobody gon make a peep cause everyone wants some wool Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool Man Id rather drown in a pool by myself Than fuck with their fleece See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows? One day, Fuck no, the next day, Okay But fuck yall, I know that T is four for four I just want that garden and that Batmobile Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards But my vehicles good for now, thats in a couple of miles Now keep it pushin, nigga I had to switch gears on em Fishtail in the rearview mirror on em I had to switch gears on em You know, swerve, left turn, steerin wheel on em Nigga thats a pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Fuck, okay, next one Do-do-do-do-do-do Gotta watch out for the potholes Ooh, said watch out for the potholes Haha

Could this be Earth? Could this be light? Does this mean everything is going to be alright? One look out my window, theres trees talking like people Ive dreamt of storms, Ive dreamt of sound Ive dreamt of gravity keeping us around Ive slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent What is this love? I dont feel the same Dont believe what this is could be given a name I woke, you were there, tracing planets on my forehead But Ill forget 23 like I forget 17 And I forget my first love like you forget a daydream And what of all my wild friends, and the times Ive had with them Well all fade to grey soon, on the TV station

Slip it in her drink, and in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look chink Dont know what to think, cause last time I attempted this shit The judge ordered me to see a shrink Started with the link Contended her to meet me at the local Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink We was uniquely in sync Already fuckin and we only met last week We were both young, not yet antique So her mindset was working for my technique Tell her that I love her and by next week You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks No, Im not a freak, I am meekly a creep The neighbors by the creek says my house stinks And it reeks on the sheet, girl Streaks of red, even though all pussy is pink Oblivion makes obvious seeks Which make meats for my obvious feasts Used to just blot up thoughts, plot, and rethink Now I get daughters and tie em and clink Got my dick harder than iron and zinc Now they just rot up, arms caught in the sink Where they get cut up to fit my physique Critique my chic in this brand new mink, go Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, ohh Oh, oh Oh, ohh Oh, oh Oh, ohh Oh, oh Oh, ohh Bitches running round down, pussy take a trip Make her strip, got my dick harder than the unzip Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swifts slit Round trip in that pussy, here comes a ticket Film clips popping on that Canon Busting Ottoman cannons, on the pill Is he real? Gaza stripping Wolf Gang full moon, Im assuming mushrooms Im a necrolampoon, not of Charles Mansoon This fuck is ending soon because Im ejaculating Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, ohh Oh, oh Oh, ohh Now Id like to take this time of day To thank the Mother Earth Letting the sun shine down on the lake While I fish your waters Ooh, hide your daughters, hide your sisters Hell, hide grandmama too Cause the fishermans raping everybody in the pool He on the loose, yeah Got to wash it down, all this gold is fuckin bait Wait til you see the semen swimming Baby, please not half, the whole is great Morals? Your bodys near that coral reef It was once upon a time you came home with me Then the next chapter left you in my teeth Fill your gills with goo Going deeper than Pacific Ocean This specific motion Makes this hammerhead puke Got to wear a wetsuit, can’t get seasick I love when youre in fishnets, you want me to eat you You’re fucking wet, fish So I met this girl at the club And I just wanted her to suck my dick And thats cause She a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch Now shes drunk and talkin to me a lot Until we go to another room And thats cause She a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch, she a boppin This little slut whore sucks cock for a little more bucks Than them other sluts fuck for, real easy Cause I didnt even knock on the front door, sleazy I used the welcome mat as a cum rag And all the Wolves fucked too, yeah she’s a cum bag Filled with a bunch of shit I purchased at a drug store Four more Dora-looking sluts let me explore Until my cock got sore and started growing cold sores Now she thinks that I like her But all I really wanted was that mouth And thats cause She a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch Now she text messages me every day And I dont ever hit that bitch back And thats because She a boppin bitch, she a boppin bitch , shes a boppin bitch, shes a boppin This little hoodrat started jockin at my jock strap Until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped Flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat Now you gotta spat, spit it out until you do scat Then you gotta sat and shit it out, bitch, fuck your feelings You wasn’t feeling shit when you was down there kneeling Now shut the fuck up you got another dick to deal with Now, now why cant we fuck with this bitch? Wait, tell him why we can’t fuck with this bitch, yall? What is she? She a BB, what does that stand for? She, what do she be doin? Now Im at a fuckin clinic Cause my dick is swollen and keeps itchin Nigga, Ima kill this bitch Bitch She a boppin bitch Wheres my gun? Ima kill this bitch Why am I gon kill this bitch? To all my niggas out there listenin, that bitch And dont let her suck your dick or youll get hurt

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted But somethin was always missin like six digits, lucky seven Probably poppa, little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him Things changed when I hassled back, so, David hit the pavement With this grapple rap, Snapple fact: you rather wack While I am poppin like a snappin crack So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin cattle tracks Action packed nipple squeezin, boy colder than sniffle season Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen So when the street is split, dont act surprised, agree with it The gang of wolves that creeps in crypts As deep as Dawsons Creek and shit I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties I know I got skills, why you think Im posted boastin? Braggin, tell these faggots to stop naggin Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it But I didnt cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin with Uncle Mervin Fuckin yall with no lubricant, go grab the detergent I preach to demons at your church, now Im the newest sermon Wearin nothin but they fuckin blast with the matchin turban I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin Hittin curbs and blastin Erick Sermon, drunk off English bourbon Im stealin purses, rapin nurses, Im a crooked surgeon And treat the beat like sanitized Nazi puss, Im a German Im squirtin while Im masturbatin and regurgitatin From eatin Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve So bitches hate to do me like ex-convict community service This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin ticket Odd Future Wolf Gang, like theyre filmin Twilight in this bitch Im back on my sixty six sick shit Flowin like the blood out the competitions slit wrists She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her Hello Heather yellow feathers, now you aint laughin, huh? Bitch, youre barely breathin, leavin on the back of the boat While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and Flowin like the creampie inside of your daughter Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water I grab the saw and sawed her arm off and auctioned it And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit Fuckin awesome, spittin box of trees, got you niggas Shakin like its Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarksons dick Ironin you niggas now its time to starch the shit Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it Find Earl laying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out Sharpen it, stab him, put a arch on it Pour unleaded gas on him, get the Zippo and spark the shit Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldnt have started it

Yall niggas know whats up You say, you say pandemic? Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? Well shit, remove us from the game I dont lean Then shitll really get crazy I dont lean Gangsta Grillz I dont lean but my house do Off the hill with the mean view Nice house, if you look out You can see some eagles and a few yachts Got a roommate, he wont move out If you want smoke, he the cool aunt And he drill shit, got the tool out Its the Wolf Gang, Brooklyn Zoo out Nigga, Wu-Tang, you get chewed out Then we woo-hah, this is Flipmode And thеy know youre pussy like the douchе out Bitch, Im cuckoo and his mouth wet He a pool now, used to stage dive, but they sue now I was too hot, TLC waterfalls on my chest help me cool out Got too many cars, shit a go-kart Theyre catchin dust, wont even start Earlobe with Lemonheads, lookin like Bart Keep your Patek, I spent that on art How much it cost? Shit, I dont know But I know that stage a million a show Stuck in my ways, they say, How so? First nigga put a bike rack on the Rolls, T A young turnt nigga, I be fuckin these hoes Twenty appearance, I get it, I go Rich, tell the world, Come see me out low I aint rockin with cuz, nigga, free my bros I aint got no safe and they see me shinin Still fuck, Im grindin Eighty for a gram, remind em Two-tone Patek in this bitch, goddammit Ten bad hoes, nigga, look at that bitch Still sellin dope, I be cookin that shit My hoodie like six bands Over a hunnid Im from the bottom, bitch, we get money Might tip a good ho, but nigga, she get nothin Car go skrrt, hold on Nigga, you got lucky All this paper, I can bet she fuck I aint doin no talkin, I aint doin no savin Took her from a lame, Ill give this bitch back Dont act crazy, nigga still tote straps Like, Get on, bitch, just spit on shit Man, oh my God, Remember lil—? Yeah, he got dropped , Im gone Bitch Call on me If you get lost Call on me If you get lost If you get lost Call on me If you get lost

Fuck Steve Harvey This life is a game if you wanna play, counting all your old mistakes Living it with no delay, so fast Im getting growing pains Father didnt show me my instincts to take the open lane I go insane, all these problems comin with my growing age Blowing haze, tryna clear the doubt thats sitting on my brain I dont complain but the kid inside mes feeling so restrained Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame Searching for the Fountain of Youth when Im freein my brain Bring in the horns, you hear that fucking brass? Thats little boy nigga with the trumpets Marching with the bandwagon, looking for his heart No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets Lurking in the meadows, oblivion Motherfuck Geppetto, hes a leader, not a puppet Some professors nuttier than Klumps dick So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left They want a story, a story I write the shit that I find Very amusing, cause all of they fucking stories are boring Its really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me Its like I fathered these fuckers, so you wont find me on Maury Im still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturing But it will come from experiences and shit I see touring Im like a bird when Im soaring, really high And Im really horny, from watching this porn, nope, but Bring in the horns, you hear that fucking brass? Thats little boy nigga with the trumpets Marching with the bandwagon, looking for his heart No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets Lurking in the meadows, oblivion Motherfuck Geppetto, hes a leader, not a puppet Some professors nuttier than Klumps dick So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left 5, 4, 3, 2, and wheres Tyler? Bottom of the countdown, shit aint been the same Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow Wow Now I’m the loud, shock value style, foul-mouth fucker That your teenage kid likes to bow down Riding around town in Seattle With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click-clack, boom-pow Still suicidal but some assume that Im cool now Cause I got a fucking award and my own room now Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow And have my death silent like a loose vowel The bandwagon turned into caboose, so So, dont let that little nigga trumpet lose sound Just let him play

Got all the Black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella When it comes to your perception of my shit, Im Helen Keller When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the Rectum, Im like a chromosome, I always X em Like Wolverines stepson, attacking a deadly weapon Im opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin And fuck Mary in her ass— Haha, yo Im fucking Goldilocks up in the forest In the three-bear house, eating they motherfucking porridge I tell her its my house, give her a tour in my basement And keep that bitch locked up in my storage Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit Octopussy, special effect, direct Bitches, we banging, and please never disrespect my set With Canons hanging from our necks like its a motherfucking circus You little niggas better check my French Ugh, you getting money? Better check my French Uh, what time is it, huh? check my French If you got my shit, you better check my French Im making moves, sh— check my French I speak English, but check my French Your ho be on my penis, she check my French Bitch! I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard Cause every girl Im digging When Im digging in her pussy, Im never using But fuck it, I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubber And leave it dripping green and red like double cheeseburgers Chewing on cum like bubblegum from Hubba This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp Yeah Yo, Im seventeen, already sniffing blow I tell my friends its asthma every time I start to itch my throat I got a new show for MTV: Pimp My Boat Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that silly ho The most that they can do is fine me Im hiding, somewhere where Chris Stokes cant find me Oh no, Mr. Stokes, I dont like misters, no Dont tell R. Kelly where my little sister go You little niggas better check my French Ugh, you getting money? Better check my French Uh, what time is it, huh? check my French If you got my shit, you better check my French Im making moves, sh— check my French I speak English, but check my French Your ho be on my penis, she check my French Bitch! Yo, you little niggas better check my French I got all-stars, and you can check my bench Left Brain, Super 3, Creator Ace Put expressions in the music and create the face Of the picture—punchline, figured out, Ahh, I get you No, you dont, nigga, so why dont you gon figure? You seem confused anyway, pressured enough? You the type to do the choke when the pressure is up The pressure is the pump, and the pressure is us Bitches having eargasms, and the pleasure is us Niggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to us Competitions competition, yo, you better than us? Digest what Im saying? I dont think so We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo These Odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink flows We think sorta odd, so we think so Crusing in my go-kart at Walmart selling cupcakes Go head, admit it, faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape That involve Ballpark Franks and silver duct tape Pornos, some hormones, and boxes of DiGiorno You homos is loco, you probably drinking Cuervo With some vatos, with the door closed, watching Zorro You homos O.F. Yes So, are you dating anyone right now? You know, or... No, Im— Im just playing the field, just for now Ah, so... Im guessing shes white, since shes vanilla Haha

Oh, shit Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin some crazy shit By the way, we do punch bitches, huh Im a swagging, bitch , Im iced out Oh, you mad, bitch? Cause Im laying on the couch Smoke a blunt, fuck a bitch in the butt, Im bossing Dont give a fuck, I never roll Slauson Im fly, bitch, I should poke you in your eye, bitch Got the burner, bitch, bow, bow You dead, bitch, Im hot as fuck I aint never cold, but Im icy, bitch My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick Got the bops in the house, socking bitches in they mouth See my neck? Iced the fuck out She at the fucking mall, forty bitches on my nutsack I pulled up on a mothafuckin unicorn Wolf Gang, nigga Scream that til they motherfucking show me death Golf Wang, nigga Free Earl, better show some motherfucking respect All this ice around my neck, all this ice around my dick Gun to her head, make your bitch massage my shoulders My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick Shut up, bitch , suck my dick You fucking bop , you better swallow it I got a chain with a fuckin platinum plaque on it Is that a hundred dollar bill? Ill shit on it I bought a fucking whale, cause Im ballin Your bitch work for me, she my dick washer Swag on my dick, 30 thousand million, nigga My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick My bitch suck dick like she suck dick You bopping, bitch, you like this dick? We all know why, cause yous a boppin bitch I got the burner, I pop you in your lip Zoom-zoom, yeah, Im going fast, bitch Im loud as fuck , Im ignorant Punch a bitch in her mouth just for talkin shit You lurking, bitch? Well, I see that shit Once again, I gotta punch a bitch in her shit Im icy, bitch, dont look at my wrist Because if you do , I might blind you bitch Mount Everest aint fucking with my fucking wrist Fuck global warming, this the Ice Age, bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Swag, swag, punch a bitch Yo, yo, Jasper, Taco, yall my niggas, man I love yall niggas, Im sorry Ow! What the fuck?!

After filling my reputation of whore beaters Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas Wanted four more, ordered em, didnt eat em Then head to Thebes house for some gymnastics Fantastic, I backflip on this beat, B Cause we running shit like the Dingleberries on four cheetahs Flow colder than Papa Joes, old Dominos Fuck it, whatever Um... Trashwang scratched inside the knucks Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk Move over the microwave and the cannabis Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada Fuck the block news and the venues, they cant handle us They cant stand us including fruits that Franks channeling The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is Man, I suck now, I aint still dope But Chris and Rihannas fuckin again so theres still hope Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, Im Bens hair Yall barely breaking like Tacos self-esteem in a thin chair Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grins rare Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child Im kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, its Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but Thats just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago Dont let me get hold of that rifle Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style And some freckled bitches with giant peaches thats vile They never did catch that rhino Squadron full of some lost souls Sergeant of all, its autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole Non-cooperative with his mommas wishes for college And coppers labeled a problem since paying for Damianos So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home Shit, its like 6 P.M. and his temple throbbing Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines Bitches augmented, stupid, as the group is, only slightly Write precise to get a pussy nigga tooth chipped Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruths Chris Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now Small fry got em seasons salty, weeded, coughing Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth And teeing off, believe its Golf Wang, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitches think Im crazy, but Im normal I just come off as a psycho maniac when Im performin Thats an act so I wont bore you to death, cause I adore you And its the summer, so Can you meet me by the lake At the park, or in your room? Can you meet me by the lake At the park, or in your room? You can bring your bitches, Ima bring my niggars You can practice liking I, Ima practice that guitar, baby Its summer camp, Golf Wang, where the talking trees are You and your girls can roll, if you Can you meet me by the lake At the park, or in your room? Can you meet me by the lake At the park, or in your room? If you meet me by the pier, bring the beer, we can menage Ooh, your girlfriend Nicki gots the back I like to massage Ill be in the city with them actresses The Nissan is down there in the bottom of the lake Ill make sure we have a good time, a good time Ill make sure it’s a good time, a good time for you Can you meet me by the lake At the park, or in your room? Can you meet me by the lake At the park, or in your room? Lovesick, where’s the clinic aid? We’re young, fun is what we’re having Fuck it, pour a glass of lemonade It’s snowcone and pop tarts I got and I got you Let me take a dip and you can take a break That’s only if you meet me by the lake Could you meet me by the lake, around ten? Could you meet me by the lake, around ten? Meet me at the lake round ten Just meet me at the lake round ten Meet me by the lake at ten If Im not there just call And if you need a way there Ill ride you on my handle bars Meet me at the lake round ten Meet me at the lake round ten Meet me by the lake at ten If Im not there just call And if you need a way there Ill ride you on my handle bars Kissing under moonlight I can bring you to our treehouse Well be fucking on the rooftop If youre not down, we can just make out Uh, bitch, uh Uh, uh Said baby Im a bitch Uh, uh, okay Meet me at the lake round ten Just call me, play with your feathers Meet me by the lake at ten If Im not there just call And if you need a way there Ill ride you on my handle bars So, come along Just me and you, and like, nature Bring a life jacket Cause youre gonna need it So go ahead, take a dip The waters pretty deep

Left Brain, Wolf Haley Golf Wang, Free Earl, uh Goddamn, I love women Daydream about penis being in em Meet them with a big grin with a Mac-10 Rope, katana, and then I skin em All beige suit made out of white women With the red lipstick, dancing to John Lennon With the red splattered jeans made out of blue denim They can catch me in the spot where the sun don’t shine Bitch, don’t mind me, shake your hiney! The only motherfucking Wolf here that spit venom You’re a bad bitch with a real good kitten And I got the appetite of them fat black women Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with em Lookin like the holocaust with Supreme hats with em I am tryna get Miss Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin Umm, what’s that? The cock of a black dude Mad cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum I’ll take her to the back room dungeon, fighting and punching And now the slut is under the fucking assumption That I will be fucking and munching her muffin Cunt will be bleeding, but that’s not from the time signature of the month, umm I’m Dracula, bitch! Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits I’m Dracula, bitch! Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shits Til she decides to take Dracula’s dick Goddamn, I love bitches Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes Cook and clean and grant my wishes And make me and the Wolf Gang sandwiches Transylvania crypt, lets take a tour Bitch, try getting through that black trapdoor Keep yelling and working them vocal chords And that’ll be more of a reason that youll get slapped up for Is that Ford trunks comfy? Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy! That little bitch keeps trying to hunt me Jumping over gates, what the fuck she want from me? She keeps sending me garlic How many times I gotta tell her I’m allergic?! Oh, this Bathing Ape cape? Bitch, I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood Target Fangs are sharp, and I hope you know That all I really want from you is that throat I can’t eat pussy cause I might leave cuts Then there’s blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus On the channel, a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles Bitch, is it hard to handle? I don’t want a bride, I just want bone marrow I’m Dracula, bitch! Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits I’m Dracula, bitch! Don’t got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shits Til she decides to take Dracula’s dick Bite her in her fucking neck, bite her in her fucking neck Bottom of the fucking lake, bottom of the fucking lake Call my gang of wolves and bats, call my gang of wolves and bats It’s a full moon tonight, and these hoes ain’t acting right I’m Dracula, bitch! Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Free Earl, Golf Wang... Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Golf Wang Its the fucking Its the fucking I am from the Nigga, this is Fucking faggot Kill them bitches, Theres no one like us, Fucking niggas, I am from the GOLF WANG!

You see On this here stage tonight is something legendary He goes by the name of The Creator But you, you call him Tyler Baudelaire I be talkin that fresh shit, I dont need gum Cookie crumbs in the Rolls, never no weed crumbs He aint talk to his bitch in three days It aint gotta be this way, Im down for the threesome I might buy a boat Depends if Capri got space, dont really need one I can go in the wintertime, baby, I bleed sun Find another nigga like me cause I aint seen one Pull up in that, uh, whatchamacallit? Played a couple demos at Madison Square Garden And tell them motherfuckers at Sony Im not callin Im plottin on a billi, chilly in my garden, yuh Alright I admit it We just been playin with you niggas, man T, I think you need to load that second clip B-Hop, uh, French Waltz, uh She say she like the Royce and Im like Which one? I got two, hun, look Catch me in my other-other-other-other crib, thats my AKA Hurricane-proof all the views, shit like A Bay Bay The fuzzy hat, ascot, passport got tattoos Slim nigga, big dick, with a fuckin gap tooth The way he beam Call me Mr. Always On Some Shit You Never Seen In that mansion, livin single, bitch, Im Maxine Niggas of your standard shouldnt talk Give a fuck about your thoughts, call me if you get lost, bitch Okay, now you understand what we came here to do, right? Oh yeah, me, I go by the name of DJ Drama And on my side, thats Tyler Baudelaire AKA Bunnyhop AKA The Creator Call me if you get lost, suckers We didnt come to play wit you niggas Look, tried to take somebody bitch cause Im a bad person I dont regret shit because that worth it In the end, she picked him, I hope when they fuckin She still thinkin of me cause Im that perfect Ima get that deep text when this verse surface Better send it to my ego cause that shit hurtin Hope yall shit workin , Im a psycho, huh? Dont give a fuck, you left my heart twerkin Movin, losin, grip on my doings Eyes is cryin on the jet cruisin Bout to spend millions just to fill voids up Drama, I need you , can you turn the noise up? Can you turn the noise up? Can you turn the noise up? Turn the fuckin noise up, ah, nigga, my heart broken Remembered I was rich, so I bought me some new emotions And a new boat cause Id rather cry in the ocean Its T, baby, uh Hahahaha, I tried to tell yall I dont even like using the word bitch It just sounded cool

You are a whore, you are a whore Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck him Fuck everything else I can see I know, fuck you I hate you so fucking much I know you think Im crazy Cause I think you’re a fucking fag Sam, the music sounds good, man! Youve been practicing? Thanks Sam, this is Wolf. Hes new here. Whats up, dude? Wolf, this is Sam. Sam and his band have been here at Flog Gnaw for a while. Sams gonna show you around while I fill out these last minute field trip slips, alright? Now you guys have fun So, you guys are into jazz? Look. Wolf, Prairie Dog, Ronzell—whatever the fuck your name is. We dont fuck with you or anybody else here, alright? You stay the fuck out of our way and well stay out of yours, capisce?

Tyler, you... obviously have some fucking problems And, this— This is... This is the end of this session. Lets... Anything else youve gotta say? Mom is getting jealous, I see my manager more than I see her Before I go on tour, and it hurts I miss the days when this was fun, but now, it turned into work And getting legal, so I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out As you should, that shits outrageous My friends are turning into opposites Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist And all the bitches who forgot about me want to ride my dick Harder than the white kids who copy shit Ending it is all I fucking think about, thats the shit I think about All alone, bawling til my muhfuckin eyes bleed See, hes a leader in person and smile, shit gets dis-gur-sting When theres no person around, talking discussion shit, man, fuck Im here to talk to you Im putting myself at a distance For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant Who, Travis? Niggas saying Free Earl without even knowin him See, theyre missing a new album; Im missing my only friend You have everyone around you You have thirty meetings a day I dont see what it is I mean, you— you act like you dont have anyone to talk to Im here for you. Im your friend When I say Odd, yall say Future! Odd... Uh-uh, nah, that shits corny as fuck Fuck! Youre doin good, you have a cult following Youre— Yonkers... Tch— To these white kids? Oh, my gosh Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats Nauseous with the Nazi, but its normal what the cops see Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see Mommy was a living single queen, with a La-ti So while my wallets piling with symbolic-colored paper I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age Twenty, why didnt she get that abortion? Probably cause that motherfuckin embryo was morphing Into a Grammy-winning, schizophrenic fucking orphan Oops! I mean bastard, skinny-ass disaster Mom works hard, still working on her masters Son lies about taking classes at community college Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard Start a fucking cult, clash his talents in a brash way Before he even had a mustache and cash And all I got was a fucking shitty article in Thrasher All right, just calm down That ain’t shit, man Now, don’t— don’t— don’t make yourself feel guilty That— That article was great... No, fuck that, nigga Youre beating yourself up and youre living the fucking life right now, kid! When I was your age, I would have loved to be fucking doing the things that youre doing right now Fuck that, fuck all this shit! You— You— You act like I’m not here Youre not! Im exactly who you’re supposed to be talking to You don’t fucking help me with shit! You don’t help me with shit! Fuck! Yeah, you get... That— That— Who wouldn’t do that? Fuck you! Fuck, you! Who wouldn’t— Who wouldnt shoot their friend? Old fucking fuck! That’s fine, it’s not your fault I killed my fucking friends! Fuck! Fuck! I didnt fucking sign up for this shit! Im— Im not fucking crazy— Im a fucking table! Im a fucking table! No, fuck this shit! Tyler, calm down! Ima grab the Nina and find a nice arena Cause I can’t even choose between Ortega or Sabrina Get security in here And I’m not even human, I’m a body-shaped demon With some semen in my sack, and some problems in the back Calm the fuck down! And a life that’s fill with crap, and a finger filled with hate And a gat that’s filled with love, now let opposites attract I can finally be one , like a marriage in a church But this marriage has a hearse And the parents of the one that’s getting married has a curse And it’s made up inside of him Too late to reimburse, but, wait, it gets worse! All the guests that’s in the church all decided to disperse So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse You dont want to do this... So they tied the knot; now it’s too late to reverse this arrangement Yes, it is! And the nurse is amazed at the hurt that he was pained and Calm the fuck down! But it was obvious in all the photos he was painting Now, a bunch of whispering immerse... Yeah, hes right there, securitys right there Shit! No! Get away from me! Get him And then, the nurse blurts... Come here What the fuck is his problem? Here, we have two doses to give him, here Why didn’t anybody ask him first? Get on the ground! Hold him down I’ve been asking you this whole time, Tyler Get the fuck away from me! Get away from me! Come here, motherfucker! Because nobody gave a fuck Get the fuck off of me... Someone gave a fuck, Tyler, and, uh... The person that gave a fuck was me See, you’re not going crazy... It’s me I’m your best friend, Tyler I know everything, I know everything about you You’ve been helping yourself this whole time Your friends? They’re just figments of your imagination Dr. TC... See, Tyler, I’m your conscience I’m Tron Cat... I’m Ace... I’m Wolf Haley... I’m... Me

Tyler, we, ah, I know its short notice but I brought all your friends here For some reason I couldnt get a hold of Taco and Jasper But, I just brought all your friends here to talk to you Because theyre really worried about you I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines When I rhyme, Im tryna get pictures in High Times Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the skyline Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime In my mind, Im just tryna smoke the finest And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas Im the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit I am getting higher when the lighter comes in front of this Im a stoner, yeah, yeah, yeah, you get the picture now 30 thousand feet gon make it hard for me to simmer down Another flight, another beat, another city, wow! Thus another couple bitches crying when I kick em out Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? We on top of the world, where we at? We on top of the world, where we at? And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy Preme snap-back Hurling himself at cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs All was gray, all was gray, Frankie had the blues in fact Bunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat Teenage males, couldnt tell I was going through it Had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Bimmer almost black Parked in front the studio Bastards recorded at Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt Bet Im missing several but I had to bring that pattern back We live inside a house that says Fuck em! on the welcome mat Deep inside the ear canals of Bill OReillys daughter, thats where Im at Now, where we at? Where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at? Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team Hell yeah, I smoke weed cause I like to go green Professor Beats educates niggas, let me proceed Shine chandelier bright might make your nose bleeds We at Randys ordering that 306 Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me Your bitch is coming along, yeah, she hum to my song Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer, but we were in premature, immature Shes unsure, Im for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt On the floor then pick it up, out the door, door Chased, an imaginary friend, a reverie absorption Impregnate the dream til it has an abortion Where we at? Where we at? Where we– We on top of the world, on top of the world Nigga, top of the world Everything they say Id never have, Im seeing Now, I bet they see that we balling like All-Star Weekend Always been the most cool, they chase our shade They say life switches pace when you got shit made So Im just tryna get paid, dont you remember the days When your dreams were the only thing that kept you sane? And too often they think that they could stop me Now every show we makin half a Maserati And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi Now its gold Rolexs if they try to clock me Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey Miss me if youre thinking we slack, work hard I got the world saying every single Friday is black Took your bitch, you aint getting her back, cause she know Where we at, nigga? Where we at, nigga? Uh, we on top of the world, on top of the world Where we at, where we at, niggas? Where we at? Where the fuck we at, man? Yall niggas dont know me, huh Where we at? Down to fucking Earth, huh, down to fucking Earth, huh Fuck everybody, here goes some extra girth, Sir You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt Since Im saying Fuck everybody, I guess that Im a fucking pervert My window is a book and Im a fucking crook Stealing phones to call home, but the line is off the hook My mom aint paid the bill, guess I cant pay it either I aint signed a fucking deal yet But when I do, Clancy and David are taking percentages That could pay the whole fucking citys mortgage Hopefully, I make a lot of porridge from touring in fucking Oregon From playing piano organs and hopefully, I can pay the bill Shit is getting real, people begin to feel Like Im changing, but their complaining, making big fucking deals About some shit, they bitch and pout Can we get backstage, man? — No, faggot, its sold out! Come on, why you holding out? I thought we was boys Without me, you wouldnt be Tyler, The Creator, youre from the Dirty I can tell whenever you perform, a leopard cant change its spots! But Im a fucking unicorn! — Whatever, man Look, you cant stop me, Im going full Monty Fuck that, Im Hitler, everyones a fucking Nazi Wolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox be And I be where, anybody cares I try to preach Fuck age, live dreams and have fun Here’s some Give a Fuck cake — Oh, maybe I should have some Asshole, have none! How can I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, when I dont even fucking have one? When Im on that stage, I feel important A whole fucking assortment of children thats taking Ritalin Because the teacher said that the therapist wasnt feeling him You gotta be fucking kidding me... In school, I was a zero, now Im every boys hero and they fear it You can hear it when that little fuck is reciting my lyrics, yeah, rebel nigga Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, its smelling like teen spirit Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building! Fuck, take this! Nigga, what the f— Nigga, what the fuck are you doin? You just gon— Nig— hold on, hold on, nigga, can— Ay, nigga, all the shit that we been through, can we just fuckin talk about this? Nigga, you just gon shoot me in my moth— Im sorry, fuck... the fuck did I just do? Fuck! Ah shit! Tyler... Tyler, give me the gun Give me the gun. Its gonna be alright Its fine, Tyler, believe me I dont know why the f— I dont know what the fuck I was thinking, man, I dont f— Its gonna be okay I gotta hide the fuckin— I cant hide the fuckin bodies Im here to help. Im your friend You were supposed to fuckin help me! Im here to help you, Tyler. Calm down, Im here to help you. Im your friend. Crying Youre in your good space with me. Well figure all of this out. You dont have to worry about a thing

Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs Shit, now I kick it in the burbs Me? Im from the slums, niggas who push a ton Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums Mama done made her one, um, a witty son With no respect for women, so show me your titties hun You eighteen? Me? Im twenty-somethin OK, Im twenty, but Im soon to be twenty-one I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun Venues are like pussy with me, Should he come? Ima wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese New Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees Fuck critics Shit, hows your knees? Yall on my dick more than my index when I take a pee I came up with Rella, aint touch a bag of weed Shit was doper than Whitney Houstons needs Golf Wang, thats the team to be, ay Getting T.U., O.F., indeed We was missing Sweatshirt, like Wheres the hooded sleeve? Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs Shit, now I kick it in the burbs Guess I win, checks started cashing in I stop rapping and start asking where my fucking passion is Probably where that faggot went Tyler talking father problems Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns I aint ask for this, I did it out of boredom Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom Now; Yes, PJs, sipping leche Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to Cowboy, ay! Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay! AUS was awes, I enjoyed, boy Yall niggas played as a tots toy Have a good day as I annoy, oi Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs Shit, now I kick it in the burbs Canons with panorama views My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas Or crackers in Alabama G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF I opened up a store so I dont stress But nigga, I mosh in gardens Jazz punk shit, playing chords Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons And I keep shartin Hoodies with rectangles and different colors Niggers think I started kindergarten My bitch is on my handle bars I, just, wanna, ride, my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars Hair blowing in the wind My bitch is on my handle bars I, just, wanna, ride, my bike Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My bitch is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars My cool summer never ends My bitch is on my handle bars Yeah Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha Youre talking to a fucking bike, loser Hehe, oh fuck

Id tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy Camper Its the fucking at Hamptons wasnt relaxing, Im taxing Fuck em all!s what Im chanting, dont complain, Im just ranting Fuck ranking, Im the best, Im the champions chariot Im a liar like Carrey in Liar Liar Im dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, cable guy like Larry Peter Pan in my youth, fucking fairies Im using my tooth bait to get that bitch teeth paste Fuck it, Odd Future some Nazis , black Nazis dont copy We perfect, you sloppy , hotter than Saki Takei Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett Hang with thrashers and jackers, drug dealers and crackers AP students and slackers, Im backwards Like Jermaine Dupri in 93, escaping from concentration camps With a fucking girl board and a ramp That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds thats VVS Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly White red-headed bitch reminded me of Annie She dino like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me Fuck You Bunch is here, never disrespect my family That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie Wasted fucking youth? All you old niggas antiques We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you cant be Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper From Los Ange area anytime Im fucking landing Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight Shoutout to Hype Trak, them motherfuckers could never get rid of me Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy Get these fucking hip hop bloggers to start feeling me Because Im seventeen, compose my own beats Lyrically Im dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede Centipede, make songs about Gucci and ciga-weed Jerk with my freshmen like its some motherfucking little league No, Im not no fucking hipster, mister No, Im not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies Yo, yo Im driving in a stolen truck, and Im probably fucking drunk Wasted as fuck, cant walk it out, DJ Unk My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked Who the fuck told me not to spoke? Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished Im managed, hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish Fuck you , faggot Hahaha, yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone Alright, Im lying O-F

So, whats going on, Wolf? Talk to me, man. People worry. We hearing stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit. Its—Wh—Whats on your mind? Talk to me, Im here Domo, roll another one Im just fuckin with you, I aint smokin none My squad bring terror, no intended pun Merch booth made niggas extensive funds Mama got the Rover with the Range She dont ever ever gotta struggle, not again And I put that on my dead grandmamas name Too soon Ugh, my nigga Slater, yeah thats my little pony Little homies is repping like I been fucking with Kony Nigga, Phillip and Kobi, to my niggas that know me Your boy seem happy as fuck, but truthfully, your boy lonely Niggas a target for marketing, hes an artist Cant even walk into Target Without bothering customers bothering Asking me for a picture, can I talk to they sister? Naww, nigga, get lost, youre fucking smothering God, I wanna quit ... But I cant Cause mother and sister cant pay the rent Four stories with storage, Im 21 with a mortgage And tourings paying the bills, life is paying for thrills Lifes a bitch, bruh, but from the third floor, man, shes gorgeous A year ago I was broke; now, how can I afford this? I started off with disposables; now, I have an assortment And Im using these negatives to develop a portrait Now, the frame is a pain in the ass To get it in without a scratch or stain on the glass But thats not important Just as long as its printed, and I hinted it is But when I get it Ill make sure you get a copy, you bitch Shit, Ill even add a signature with the fuckin pic-a-ture Ill even tell you the film I used, and the aperture Domo, roll another one Im just fuckin with you, I aint smokin none My squad bring terror, no intended pun Merch booth made niggas extensive funds Mama got the Rover with the Range She dont ever ever gotta struggle, not again And I put that on my dead grandmamas name Too soon Grandmother died, didnt cry, not a tear Not gonna lie, fucking weird, no water dripped out the eye But when I got the news, yup, it left your boy stuck Cause when my mom dipped She was the one that gave me a fuck Mom calling and calling, Im on my way to a show I answer, she crying, saying, Sadie is dying The doc said she only had a week for us to speak Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up Fuck! Nah, this is really awkward for me, bruh I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back And started to think, like, What the fuck just happened? I never had a death, and I just seen her a week ago Meet them at the hospital, I should In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD Lionel asked what happened I said its bad bad, not good Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood Getting there, family sitting center chair Awkward in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there Theres her room Open up the curtain, shes just sitting there, Hello Our conversations brief Couldnt even make eye contact when we speak Lookin at her, you could tell all she had was weak And Im not talkin days, bruh, Im talkin bout her strength I sat there, 20 minutes tops Hoping it was just a fucking plea that she could cop She died that night Oh, thats heavy, man. Im sorry for your loss Yeah, whatever. Dont worry about it... The last time I seen Sammy, he was lookin for you Fuck that nigga, Samuel! Uhh, have you seen him? Nah, but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed him

Exactly what you run from, you end up chasing. Like, you cant avoid, but just chasing it and just like trying. Giving it everything that you can. Theres always an obstacle.

We can speed in my two-seater Girl, I got a two-seater Speed in my two-seater In my two-seater About a hundred on Fax and its easy to stop You see, my shit isnt stock I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls Since I pissed off a cop, a couple tickets I have copped But I can pay for them all And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball E92, but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned And if I crash, Im owing wheels like Im a Vaughn or a Vince Tiptronic stick or automatic, you pick Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is AM Might get that X6 end, dont follow exit him Might take a back street hidden House got all sports cars like his garage is gym Two sapphires on him neck next his precious gems No AMG, its M, boy, I will eat him Benz New engine, you got that old shit with those deep rims You got a warranty, dont care if you scratching rims again We can speed in my two-seater Girl, I got a two-seater Speed in my two-seater In my two-seater Sit in my passenger seat You tell me I got too much speed And I should slow, I should slow down But I cant, cause you driving me wild Girl, I get a rush when were speeding in my car And sometimes, its too much And you can feel the beat in my heart Girl, I get a rush when were speeding in my car And sometimes, its too much Yeah I know some dudes that would find you that carry rugers and shottas And fucking shoot at your Honda, then fucking zoom out in Mazdas Them GOLF boys is bad for you like the food from McDonalds Boy, Im a king and I aint lyin, boy, hakuna matata Better watch for them hyenas, if you flex, then they swarm They cashing so many checks, theyre calling him Tyler O-Comma Im tryna ball like I was Domo OConnor in 09 Probably September... Boy, Im just rhyming these syllables, suck my genitals Album cover looking like the mascot of the timberwolves Skate park at Pemberton Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again Cause I killed the dark shit like Im motherfucking Zimmerman Turn around and lose pounds like Im fucking Timbaland By pounds, I mean in Give it til he cop brick like a wall with pig in it And money coming out the blue Like cops are changing fits or shit, Im killin it Fuck! Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade And we would go skate on them concrete waves And now I switch gears to hear the cylinders pump The beat thump, dont get it twisted, boy, my boards in the trunk Can you roll my window up? The fuck you turn my music down for, man? Can you roll my window up? Why? Damn! Cause its windy! But I love it when your hair... Blows, when it blows When your hair blows Hanging out the sunroof I love it when your hair blows When it blows Hanging out the sunroof I love it when your hair blows When your hair blows Hanging out the sunroof Listening to Mac DeMarco Hanging out the roof window Switch to third gear turbo Skrrting on these niggas Skrrting on these bitches Listening to Mac DeMarco Hanging out the roof window Switch to third gear turbo Skrrting on these niggas Skrrting on these bitches You can say you dont want to take that drive But your hair, it blows I know well have a good time You just gotta stop being scared Just roll Just come and roll with me Its all good Yeah, man, whats good, man? You good? Ive been- Ive been chilling, man, Ive been doing some push-ups and shit For real? You know, fifty a day... Oh, w-w-wait... is that that nigga, Tyler? I think so Bitch ass, nigga, here he come to me, man Fuck this nigga, man, this- this nigga stink... Wait, be quiet, be quiet Ight My nigga, T, man! Whats good, man? You good? Alright, I see you! Im good, man, Im good, Im good Ayy, man, I see you with your little girl, she- she looks... okay Alright, yall good, man, alright! Ayy, your feature dont start for another twenty minutes So you can go get your shit up, I can get yall some shit... And I see you with your little jewels and shit too, man! Aw thanks, man, Im trying, man, Im just trying Yeah, man, let me know if you need anything I got you, just- you know... yeah Alright, um...yeah, well probably walk around And come back when the movie start or whenever Ight, man, Ima see you Ight, my nigga... ight Fucking faggot, man! I swear to God! Yeah Haha, this nigga bitch weak too! Haha, yeah, she is Goddammit! Id still fuck!

Whatever your shit is, man, do it Whatever bring you that immense joy, do that, thats your luxury The greatest thing that ever happened to me was Bein damn near twenty and leavin Los Angeles for the first time I got out my bubble, my eyes just wide My passport is the most valuable— Massa couldnt catch me, my legs long than a bitch Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands fore I piss They try to talk me—, ehm, Ima just go Yeah, when I turned twenty-three, thats when pubеrty finally hit me My facial hair started growin, my clothing aint really fit mе That caterpillar went to cocoon, do you get me? See, I was shiftin, thats really why Cherry Bomb sounded so shifty My taste started changin from what it was when they met me But first impression is everything, aint wanna let me go Always curious as a child and askin questions, so I aint give no fucks, if, and, buts if they accept me Yo, my boy Skateboard P gave me that speech in Italy session, um Thankfully, by hour three it detoured perspective, um Thoughts changed so rapid, turned to butterfly, Flower Boy happened All the bees buzzed me, the bugs screamed they loved me First time I private airlined, accolades, song got airtime Grew into my style, body, and feelings, and fixed my hairline Calmed down in front of cameras, business hit tens of millions Im not that little boy yall was introduced to at one-nine Mom was in the shelter when Yonkers dropped, I dont say it When I got her out, thats the moment I knew I made it I dont come from money, they deny it Since I dont mirror the stereotypical products of my environment Eight figures in taxes taken, that shit is stupid A flower gets its petal, they pluck it, but never use it Its still potholes in the schools, where does it go? Its still loopholes that I use, nobody knows Massa couldnt catch me, my legs long than a bitch Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands fore I piss They try to talk me up, but I keep short like Caesar Eyes open if I pray cause I cant trust God either, uh Seein that we only get one life to live How far do you really wanna take it? Dont let em ever tell you nothin you cant do Yeah, I purchase more wheels when I feel like Im third-wheelin My favorite part of the double R is the bird ceilin The panoramic view of the sky and the sun beamin That ray of light show that nobody is front-seatin Im on the hunt for perfect but decent is what I been on I know she fell in love, but commitment is not my end goal And all my friends that did got too comfy, a little chubby And that drive to make that money dried up when that nose was runny We aint gotta pay attention to the stuff that he battles Everyone I ever loved had to be loved in the shadows Tug-of-war with X and Y felt like a custody battle Felt like the boat goin down, it felt like Im missin a paddle Might buy that crib in Seattle covered in grass, lackin gravel It come with two boats and cattle, Im livin sweet, aint you heard? This perspective from the beak of a bird You hope I peak, you take my peace You gon see me and run like thieves in the night Im paranoid, I sleep with a gun The heat on my dungaroos because they beefin for fun Im vegan for now, Im conscious, know my hands meet when I bow Im grateful, you niggas hateful, you eat at me, you got a plate full You cant relate to these things I say to these instrumentals Whether its wealth talk or shit thats painful I paint full pictures of my perspective on these drum breaks Just for you to tell me its not good from your lunch break Holiday season A vision you have to understand from perspective Check your resources, nigga

Lil white bitch gon say You need to say something about that You need to say somethin bout black— Bitch, suck my— Yeah Go time That aint your religion, you just followin your mammy She followed your granny, she obeyed master Did yall even ask up questions? Its holes in them stories Is it holes in your blessings? Yeah, Im bold with the message I know I aint got the answer But I aint gon cheerlead with yall just to be a dancer Ima groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby Move til my soul cums, let them serpents rattle, baby Crackin like broke porcelain, bitch We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit I had to reevaluate what was important and shit Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind its madness If I see peace, Im like a fiend , uh, gotta have it Lord, cover me Im goin in, walls closin in How Im supposed to be protected when the laws want us in? Yall want us dead, just cause the skin is the black type Teach me everything and be amazed I dont act right What the fuck? Im tapped in the matrix, Im back and they hate it Im black and make em pay me capital statements, you dig? Word on my back, Im tryna fashion a statement I aint no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin, you dig? I came a long way from my past, nigga, its obvious V12 engine, Im fishtailin on some sloppy shit Internet bringin old lyrics up, like I hide the shit Whats your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers Protestin outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger I was a teener, tweetin Selena crazy shit Didnt wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace Im probably a coon to your standards based on this evidence Am I doin enough or not doin enough? Im tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoes in the mud I feel like anything I say, dawg, Im screwin shit up So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want Freedom, need em, my niggas, seen em Free em, dont fuck with the law like, damn, Gina So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now Cause anytime we movin up, its like a What the fuck now? They playin games, we strappin up, we cock and aim We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need We done with pain and the grievin, niggas is done with the peace Whether its personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth But Im a nigga like you, and yous a nigga like me So lets be niggas together, and lets be niggas with plans But put this plastic on first, cause shit is hittin the fan, Scott Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side You know, with the T.I. lean Yall fake mad Catch up, niggas Gettin yall identity, huh? Gangsta Grillz Go get a fuckin hobby Shit Aint nobody perfect Well, at least yall aint, hah

Um, excuse me mister, but can you please turn down the lights? I dont really like all these cameras, man And this shit just dont feel right And I dont really wanna be rude to you, sir But fuck you mean I cant wear my hat in here? And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga I hope you little niggas is listening Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition So special, the teacher asked if I was autistic And now Im making plates, you just washing the dishes So if you dont mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen But keep your ego there so I can butt fuck your opinion But in the meantime, brainwashing millions of minions Leader of the new school? And you would never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended In Search Of... did more for me than Illmatic Thats when I realized we aint cut from the same fabric I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours Man, I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic La-di-da-di, Im going harder Than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers When its a lot at stake carne asada but lets be honest, Im really morphing Named my album Cherry Bomb because Greatest Hits sounded boring I dont like to follow the rules She said that I must, I dont have any armpits She wanted to talk; Whos in charge of this Golf shit? I said Howdy do? How are you? Im the sergeant And who I are isnt really important My heart is as dark as a window with car tint So hop in with your friends, gal and Ill unpark it And Ill do donuts until the fat one is carsick. Its young T I dont like to follow the rules And thats just who I am I hope you understand And I dont really think yall cool So give yourself a hand No, no, give yourself a hand Better pose for that camera You better pose, boy you better pose And its your life nigga I suppose For the lights, for the camera, and the action Now your face is meltin from the flash of the big ol lights Nigga you ask for this life Welcome to death camp Yeah, welcome to death camp Yeah, welcome to death camp Kissing on my bean bag Your lips high-five my tongue And my fingers moonwalk through your hair This is fun I can tell I dont know if youll handle it well Welcome to hell camp You should be mine in a way tonight

Ladies and gentlemen We just landed in Geneva Yeah, thats in Switzerland We on a yacht A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream We all got our toes out, too Call me when you get lost Ima travel the globe, you keep the block hot Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt Find us, we playin hide-and-seek with the passports Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah The luggage is pilin, I needed clothes to wear So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here We boated here, its Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again, we kissin, dawg I love when she let me rub her like Michelin A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin like— Man, they aint listenin We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it Keep on stuntin on these niggas, make em sick to they stomach, man Yall dont understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand Yeah, we gettin lost but we know who we am Bada-bada-bada, somethin-somethin-somethin Treat that last part like you niggas aint sayin nothin Yeah, haha You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the Gram Uh Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef And Im stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat Got my middle fingers to the cameras thats recording me From yall to me, brrt, stop callin me unless youre ordering Im on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet The corner beat, Im on a deep route, just throw the ball to me Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now Lets touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns I fuck round and slow the beat down and take the drums out And speed up my flow, Im so greedy, Ima eat my own flow And Im in need of a flow, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho Im hot as hell when the weather is freezin, as cold as the devil and demon and ghost Ima get even and even, get even some more, its too late to even get low, baow Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, thats what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy the G.O.A.T. The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula You see We just over here admirin the view of the mountains from the lake Of course Yall know its Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin playin

My daddy said, Yeah, nigga Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Motherfucker, this is war Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin The realest nigga breathing, yall pretend Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing With my strap, thats my peace offering Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment Deadline my clothing, dont fuck with Pink Dolphin Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he dont need that coffin Most niggas wouldve run away, but me Im out here walking Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome Now, nah, I aint on no dolphin, fuck rhyming, Im Cripping Niggas rap about what Im living All this false claiming, Im marring Doing drive-bys I aint steering White funerals, I aint tearin Fuck your bitch in front of your children Steal your whip side of my building, yeah Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair Im very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear Bitch, Im everywhere and over there You die here, let off a pair Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Motherfucker, this is war Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deebod Always asking for the burner, like, young niggas still freeload Heart big as my ego, dont fly around my signal Ill rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes Blue-rag disciples, murder, Im liable, you get the Eiffel Aim out the eyeball, Im getting violent, I got the strike once Wont get the strike twice, you niggas half-price Which means you half-off, Im going Adolf Im smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh Knock-knock through the condos ScHoolboy from the five-deuce But Hoover respect to you unranked Dont fuck around, get that chin banged Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile Blue Belts, still my pants down Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money, take money Earn crack money, drug money, bail money Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Bust my gun all by myself Rock cocaine all by myself Poured propane all on myself Go so hard might harm myself Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Yeah, its Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti Still rolling in a 6, I dont fuck with the Bugatti Come up in this mothafucka looking for a bitch She probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips The integral, South Central sentinel Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped Extra overdose of the oki-doke Get a nigga smoked, I aint no joke Tired of this bullshit and everything yall talk about They walked em in, I walked em out They talked em in, I chalked em out Now cock back that Oxy Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussies like octopuses Nigga, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is Next time you see me Ill probably be in the bushes This is the reasons why I wont be fucking with pussies like you Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told em Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga

Ma said Wake up son, good morning I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn, then Paused to scratch and itch, and went down to the kitchen Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson Just as I was about to dig in A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit I paid my thoughts no attention cause I wasnt tryna kick it With this bitch that just ended it with me But mama wasnt havin it, so I grabbed my bag And split out the door and saw the whore that Id rather kick It seems kinda brash but its the hash, I mean the harsh truth She runs shit, shes the jock, Im the horseshoe Shes gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so When she left, it didnt break my heart it broke my torso Making my eyes ache, stalking your MySpace Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say that I fucking hate you But Maybe if you looked in this direction Id pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then Feel the fucking life rushin through my body But you got a guy thats not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy Come on, lets cut the bull like a matador You light me up like lamps, a chance is all Im really asking for Give me one, I promise Ill be back for more Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four Not like a family of four, just like... Fuck it Youll never listen to this shit anyways Fuck you Bitch Ugh... She said You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador But Im attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple Stores The basement light is darkened, the switchblade is sharpened Her name on my arm and her face on a two-percent carton See her face while youre fixing your breakfast And know shes in my basement, objecting to sex with Me, murder spree, surges on with the next bitch Tombstones read RIP cause its pieces they rest in

Yeah! You feel alright? Yeah! God, goodness gracious I cant wait to see the look on yall niggas faces That boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isnt chafing And fuck them crackers up at Mountain Dew, them niggas is racist Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook So I told em that Ill exchange the word faggot with book And all them books is pissed off and had they page in a bunch Fucking attitude switched just like a book when it struts But Im a fraud, I pray to God when the six triple book bashing While me and my favorite authors lips tickle Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens Tyler, The Creator fucking kill you with a popsicle Cold blooded, so we rock mittens so they wont find him Not kidding, keep the Tommy on me; bitch, Im Ms. Pickles Said I seemed off, last time that team talked Sick of making niggas cabbage so I took the Preme off Shouldve bought some stock in it Not Golf when the little homies dont—wait, lets weigh my options I bought me a mansion, and bought some attention Aint give none to Hopsin, and dear Boyce Watkins Why you mad? Its the slave in me Its facts, boy, Im back like Rosa Parkss least favorite seat Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T While yall niggas watching the throne, the throne be watching me If you fuck this up... There are so many fucking kids right now, listening to this guy. Get those wings flapping, motherfucker! Cause this kids ready to fucking fly. Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigga, nigga on the wall Rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball Tyler, the dark skin arrested in Austin Cops know who I was cause their kids said the show was awesome Tyler, Tyler, I swear to—I swear to fuck! If you fucking... Do not fuck this up! You have the whole world in your fucking hands. How many leaders in the house? Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? Im getting lonely Likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious That everybody on this fucking planet lacking confidence How many leaders in the house? Well can somebody bring the camera out so I can film me? T a great director, niggas vision must be blurry Boy, I get them epic shots like jaywalking in Missouri Wait, how many leaders in the house? Well can somebody bring my album out so I can hear one? Pour me a drink, shit, I dont know what to think Cause all these niggas leaning like they Forest Whitakers blink Wait, how many leaders in the house? See why nobody got they hands up? See, thats the issue

Part 1 - THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh? Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh? Oh, you be trapping out the bando, selling grams, huh? Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh? You see, thats the bullshit that I dont need Im telling yall niggas, yall aint fucking with me See, I looked in the mirror and he said, You are the man And I said, Hey man, I agree Rocks on rainbow, Bens a nice fellow Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos They know, they got thirty seconds; Jared Leto Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo Boy, its Golf Wang-o, and thats the squad I bang-o Until my fucking brain go, now lets reload the aim-o Cant a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr? Im the truth and the dare And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare ScHoolyboy is my niggy, you know Im good in the 50s That boy not that bad, eh, its no Biggie Its the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin Diggy No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man Been that man since Batman had a sidekick Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger Solve em You cant bitch, Im a problem And youll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter All my shows got one black in it like Larry David And Im that nigga, meaning Im two niggas, Im schizo Brent Lowe, mind motherfuckin been gone Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole And I dont really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow Dont get offended, love being darkskinned-ed Twenty-three with a crib, and I dont got no tenants And I dont like sports, but the court got a tennis Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my business See, thats that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on Thats McLaren, 91 out the Chevron Motors Flog Gnaw , Vans on, fuck your Jordans Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals Boy, Im a sicko, Flaco nigga, but kinda macho Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you dont want none of that Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh Gang bang tattoos, this aint a Louis rag Orange Paisley got me crip crazy Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped No face mask, nigga, just toe tags Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah Aint worried bout no niggas I dont grieve over suckers Gunpowder on my knuckles Call the ambulances Im from the era of crip walking You was clown-dancing You wanna be me, huh? Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he aint done Its Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue Pussyboy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums Teeth missing, moms wont recognize your face when its lump, woo My square homies license, double life in my trunk Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill Well, who am I? Part 2 - SPECIAL Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker Anything thatll piss you muthafuckas off I dont even smoke and Im a level above of yall Bitch, you couldnt reach me with a ladder and a calling card Im special, nigga Who the fuck are you?! Im special, nigga They used to tell me to calm down, said I have a problem Now Im runnin shit, thats why you never see me wearin joggers Lead by example, how? All yall is my son and I aint never had a fuckin father Boy, Ima bring the noise I got my own beat and we all got drums What these weapons about? Were just flexin about You on your grind but who the one that got the wep at their house? Bitch, I do this on purpose, you niggas dont got a purpose This nigga call me a clown, nigga I own the circus Stack is sittin in my pocket folded like a papaya You know I golf bitch like I been sleepin with Tiger Woody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we Oddkast We O-K-K-K just like the clan hoodie Golf shit packet, rip it out the fuckin package In that all pink fit lookin like a fuckin faggot Who the fuck you think you fuckin with, nigga!? Im a bad case of I dont even know I gotta to tear the shit out of this goddamn house I think that Ima blow my muthafuckin brains out Tyler, take a chill pill, nigga

I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies fucked with Lame I like my friends imaginary with no names And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round Tried to find ammo but its none around town So I went Down South but I ended up North Uptown sitting on Cloud 9s white porch And of course, my cars off course Youre so white, my blinkers dont work Im trying to let the force be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce You make a nigga sing songs nice You make a niggas night turn day And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow It sucks that I didnt get the chance to say hello I want to eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the bass and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? Fuck and another one, there goes another one Another love song about shit And Ill be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid wont miss Another love song about shit And Ill be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid wont miss Maybe? Maybe? Maybe? Maybe? I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she wont fuck with me But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of Xs and Os I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went - Tyler, what are you doing? - Shut the fuck up! - Uh-umm... - Shut the fuck- You gon- You gon fuckin love me bitch - Uhh.. - Or Imma fuckin put this gun in your fuckin head But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake I would eat and your toes Cause I got a big fetish with the feet I just want somebody I can see You can be a gold digger, you aint got to love me Im serious I dont ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch Now this shit is turning to a habit Im the burger king, I gotta have it my way And truthfully girl you really make my day I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay And I cant even look the other way Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, its attractive L-O-L laughing, youre a gold Oscar and Im just actin And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch its gold And I was in loath, I would never get over you , ever, Sarah Another love song about shit And Ill be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid wont miss Another love song about shit And Ill be rich if I get another diss Well maybe Cupid wont miss Youre my lady, you taste so good Youre my lady, be my lady Youll be with me forever I love you, so much Half your body laying on my chest The rest is in my stomach, thats including your breast And Ima just take another guess Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes Am I crazy? Maybe But fucked up is how I been lately Shit, I dont give a fuck Your family looking for you, wish em good luck Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin basement all bloody And Im fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me? I gave you everything But, I guess I wasnt the one I dont know, I dont know Fuck it! gun click gunshot Blaow!

Carter Wong, bring the challenge from the eight masters Hodgy Long one of them bastards that would head bash ya Yeah, we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher Is to whiplash out and leave you pussy niggas fractured I need meds from a mental institution fore my brain is revenged, free throw finger shootin Record them screamin, interwine them in a loop, then Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact Im throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones And their wannabe me clothes, bitch Im actually old I spin ya like the cover we on, youre in between the pages Im 21 now been running these Fairfax blocks for ages Organic for breakfast, free-ranging on stages Its twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for 12 Gauges I spit the plague, and dont believe it be a pagan Ill send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan, bitch Oye pero ya déjame en paz chingado. No mas me están persiguiendo hablándome de una bola de babosadas como si yo fuera a saber lo que están diciendo. Yo no se lo que es un pinche odd future. ¿Que es eso? ¿Que es un odd future? Yo no se que. Es eso pero vale mas que se vaya mucho a la verga con sus estupideces This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiom I’m rich bitch, and yalls jelly as that jar of petroleum That I had used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons and Im planning on firing Clancy, aint no damn controlling him, boy You cant carry this, them Cannon Nickelodeon boy My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizonas in Im sneaking in your kids ear lobe Oh, no! Its him! Goblin! Dropped like the soap in the tub Now I have have famous friends who like coke and theyre drugged Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club Jerrys trying to get a tug but it isnt paying enough Now if he doubles it Ill tug it in the bathtub with bubbles And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies Where I had got lucky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bunny If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose I be running in these hoes aint no condom on, fucking fuck, me