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Hey... you... Looking good in that skirt Flirting is the effective way that this works Bingo how about we go Down to the lake and eat a couple of pringles Picnic by the way, hey I’m single Pardon my bad manners, french and lingo Intentions were brighter than the summer Reflection in the lake being seen by Stevie Youre a golden lady and it seems that me and you We’re supposed to be the ozone team but who Would have thought this conversation would have grew Into me talking about sun rays with you! I’m turning to a creep, that just won’t sleep Next sex, thats cause you used to that kind of poo See Im the new shit in town Lets mash together and make new browns How that sound? Hey, shit, it sounds cool to me It sounds cool to me Oh it sounds cool to me It sounds cool to me! It sounds cool to me! It sounds cool to me! Hey girl, that shit sounds cool to me! Shit sounds good to me!

So many good reviews off of Bastard I celebrated, getting masturbated by my pastor Now hes in a plastic, on the kitchen table Near a bowl of Lucky Charms and the newest Thrasher When I say Wolf Gang, you say fuck that Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious butt cracks Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped Um, thats not a potato, give me my gun back Before I blast bigger than pimples on Big Puns back Black fat bitches was washin on my dishes And using my large stick on her lips like my cums chapped I love Jews but I hate faggots And bitches who be nagging about me taking the trash out I got a fuckin can of whoop ass, who wants to pack it Going ape shit in the newest bape straight jacket With six dicks of chap stick, sticking in my black lips Six sippie cups full of sick shit enhancements Wolf Gang spit right Aint been this much fuckin crack rock music since free way had flip side So get low, lower than a ditch Im with some retarded bitch, hoping she know how to kiss low They know, Im the clinics aid and Im sick So they clap for me kinda like a herpe on the lip With some tutor bitch, tryna tickle wetback hooter this Bitch acting I still did not know with it Until I put this cock on, the end of clitoris Fucking this game I used this shit as spit as lubricant So who you with? I got this fuckin gun, you better say yes you stupid bitch Before you lose your wrist and rich make you do some dick Im fucking crazy, well I guess I am if these shoes will fit Fuck the Key club, they wanna ban em I got fucking fans from Compton to Montana To Indiana, where deaf dwarfs still dont understand em Because yelling at midgets is like me beefing with brandUn Stomp em out, with these crab ass Nikes Make it look like some slob, scribbled all on his white Tee Invite me, come on, you got a better chance to getting Shake My dad and Earls motherfuckin momma to like me Animals is farming you, patrick this is barnacles Said he gave Ace a spongejob at the carnival And Spongebob got his head knocked from the piss that Ace got Niggas soft as baby cock and the cotton swab This that fuck music, put your shit and fuck to it Shouldnt give one when your bumping in the trunk to it Grab a couple gats, stuff em in your backpack and then take em to school For show and tell day screamin fuck students Locate the bitch that didnt wanna give you kiss Then get her tits, then use your fists to add a couple lumps to it Shoot the faculty for taking hats, you stupid butts Skip the music teacher and the janitor you real cool with Continue this procedure until lunch is through with Go home out the back like a scared student Keep a low pro, until you on your block Then you just make it home in time for new news brief at 2ish Stuck at all this bible study, shit is not fun Me and wolf gang go jump nuns for hot fun Playing with the bell when shots heard, and cops come But Im still punchin this bitch out, Im not done Sittin in my room masturbating Truthful, these lyrics are relating like my dad did I make music for teenagers and bad ass kids Bastard touched more boys than your local church did Killing these niggas off quick Dont believe me then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch That wasnt bullets, that was copies of Bastard you bitch

Bitch ass niggas dont know me, new sandwich with bologna I aint really yall niggas friends, none of you motherfuckers is my homie I bought a brand new treat, yall niggas dont know me A B C, 1 2 3, AK-47 hit a nigga in his teeth He can talk a lot of shit but dont really wanna be handling the motherfucking business that he needs to Im a hit a motherfucking nigga in the back when I see you Fiji Water, Fiji Water, Imma go and piss on my daughter You dont believe me, Im a monster Real nigga on the track bitch Come through with the sandwich Thats bread, lettuce, cheese, mustard, bread, crumble Uh, you know the buick got the suicide Roll up on that buick nigga youre gone die You will never know who in fucking side I come through commit a fucking suicide I got nine knives, nine lives, nine bags of chips Nine bitches, we about to go on a field trip Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard Who you trying to fuck with Not me nigga, because I got the heat nigga If you got a fucking problem nigga I will motherfucking lay the shit down like lyrics on a Beat nigga Get your ass beat nigga, Talk shit to me I dont like that, Ill put a fucking bundle of bananas in my fucking ass Real nigga whats up Lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble My new, my new, my new bitch got a new line up Rolex with the time up Dont believe Im the best nigga, playback rewind up I give no fucks. Do I give fucks? I give no fucks These niggas got a problem on their hands It might be me, It might be me If you wanna be the one for me Youre gonna have to show me your motherfucking back handling skills Bro thats on me for realla, real nigga in the spot I might come through with a Glock, and kill you We gone sing until the nights over, What you looking at boy Call me wavy, the way that Im cappin ya All black guns like Im going to war with Africa Nigga got a problem, Ill be... Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang Lettuce, cheese, mustard, tomato, lettuce, bread, crumble Sandwich, lettuce, bread, cheese, mustard, crumble, we who you trying to fuck with? Pussy nigga think he trying to talk shit to me on Facebook and Twitter? Call me Mark Maguire, Imma hitter Sandwich , lettuce, cheese, mustard, tomato Tomato, bread , I like bread Bitches know Im the bomb, I mustard You can call me dijon

Ayo, you couldnt keep score, Patek Phillipe wars My niggas stare at Rugers, Gucci bit off Iceberg shit, I still copped the Mickey Pissy elevators, hand in hand, I wore Issey, Lord, forgive me Fashion Week, I gave em headstarts, ten Mississippi  Submachine guns, somebody fucked him, brains hangin off the frame Blood on the Salvator Mundi, we rock cocaine Tie-dye Dior floss, stickin niggas up at Christies Eugene Delacroixs for half price, leather strings and Rickys Aint no eye for eye, you take an eye, we take your whole head Shoppin sprees at Galeries Lafayette, come here lets hold hands Baggin at the Mandarin, they cant take the drip, Balenciaga mannequin Pots dancin with the grams of fish, whip game scandalous My heart got a thousand shadows on it His brain had a lead hollow in it Bloodbaths under the moonlight Spill his guts when the time is right Valentino for his favorite whore, homicidal couture Vintage Mizrahi in the streets of Paris Violence lingers inside me Extortion fills my bon appetit Hogtie him, make him watch a nigga nut in his wife He started to cry I kissed his cheek, then drove the icepick in his eye And one call will have a girl scout on your granddaddys porch Cause of death is heart attack on the coroners report If he got a felony, its guaranteed to excite me Gun and drug charges give me butterflies Evil as Satan, but I see God all in his eyes Ayo, its Westside Pootie And my Lamborghini got a backseat, and yall drive rentals In other words, get your weight up Yall still broke Oh yeah, and stop copyin off my daddy, too Its Griselda Griselda

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

I know youre tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody What you doin in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for a girl birthday Ok, they up on thursday They ordered champagne why they look thirsty? I know I got a bad reputation Walk-around-always-mad reputation Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation Sip for the basics Its like the first time back in the basement Mmm, this that prom shit This that what-we-do-dont-tell-your-mom shit This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch I know youre tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Ooooh, yeeeee I know youre tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Eh, love come off Hey Oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh Nanananana, nana Nanananana, nana No, no, no Nanananana, nana No, no, no Nanananana, nana No, no, no Nanananana, nana What a mistake, burn the whole place, flames Oh What a mistake, no more loneliness Oh What a mistake, no more loneliness Oh What a mistake, no more loneliness, oh What a mistake, no more loneliness, oh What a mistake, no more loneliness, oh How could I stay here? No more loneli-

Niggas just rapping cause like Why not? Golf boys, ayo I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe Somebody tell the devil that Im knocking at the door Ayo, ayo In my mansion, nigga salsa dancing nigga Smiling on me face, Im so handsome nigga I was edgy, nigga, now its Fetti I get my backyard, oh thats the Getty Nigga I, was in the garden couldnt fathom It was snakes in the grass but I couldnt grab em Focus on the Eve, nah focus on the green In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam Let me tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya Cause yall reek of backwoods and some future failures We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles Yall was out in Paris dick-riding Virgil Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach Clout yeah, oh, you out here? Oh, you network, where your self-worth? Nigga dick ride til your neck hurt Nigga we ok, boy better know BBK You want war then Im G.I. Joe You get cooked nigga B-B-Q I Diplo then go MIA Then skate off like a T.I. role Niggas pretend to be bosses You signed a 360, you lost it Thats 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk Now tell the Black Youth, to just be Tell em never stop Yeah we all moving, but you aint gotta put us in a box We can paint, we can draw, whatever We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy Whatever movie setting you choose Just, just try to do better And dont let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it 666 when we bag em, hmm Yall aint even know about the madam, hmm Yall can get the packet with the atom, boom Summer just got a lil heater, yeah Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke And I aint have to fuck a Akademiks to post No radio play like once or so Yall swear yall got the keys I play piano, stop Nigga, Im the ammo in the Glock Church pants, sandals with the socks You niggas done, you better get the mop No violence, curly hair bound to get the top No violence, ayo Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ayy I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papas partner, say Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papas partner, nigga Runnin in that bitch At the bottom of the bitch Had the doubles in the bitch Double O, double O, double T I was in a meeting, fucking with me I aint say nothing this off top of the dome Shoutout Carti

Wolf Gang Tyler, The Creator Uh, fuckin remix I guess Oh I beg you, can I follow? Oh I ask you, why not always? Be the ocean, where I unravel Be my only, be the water where Im wadin Youre my river runnin high, run deep, run wild I follow, I follow you, deep sea baby, I follow you I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey, I follow you He a message, Im the runner He the rebel, Im the daughter waitin for you Youre my river runnin high, run deep, run wild I follow, I follow you, deep sea baby, I follow you I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey, I follow you Wait, you wanna fuckin drown? Go ahead Head first in that goddamn river, youre dead I said that I loved you, heartbeats when you get near So its clear why I fucked you Xs and Os, you must be the rose Cause my exes are hoes, and where you gonna go When you run through my head all day? And I got a foot fetish, so I probably have sex with your toes Um, life is a water park, could be fun Id swim in your ocean of love If I had a life jacket cause Im not that dumb So next time I come, Ill bring you one So you dont drown, when you decide to follow And Im gonna go deep cause youre not that shallow, right? Youre my river runnin high, run deep, run wild I follow, I follow you, deep sea baby, I follow you I follow, I follow you, dark doom honey, I follow you

Im Ace, whats your name? Oh thats nice, do you wanna hang out some time That time on the clock, we could either go to Roscos or Wingstop Unless, you wanna see a flick, my homie work at pacific That means I could get a ticket for a couple six bucks But thats priceless compared to getting my dick sucked girl Im just playing, Im not really hanging out with you for laying Im tryna mold a relationship Im claying So I can hear your thoughts and see what your saying Favorite color, AP Government, this conversation Im loving it We can talk about your favorite music, talk about politics I got an open mind Im into all type of shit I just wanna be your friend girl I just wanna be your friend girl We could go to the movies, you dont gotta kiss me I could pull my pants down, you dont gotta lick me Even if we go to the bathroom, Ill help you, we dont have to getta quickie We could have study groups, girl just hang with me yeah, Look bitch Im not here to conversate, and listen to all your feelings, aight? I got things to do, my daughter hungry, bills to pay, and games to watch I dont feel like listening to your feelings and how you feel and your favourite colour and all that If I cant put nothing in you, I shouldnt put no time in you , you understand what Im saying? Holla at your boy, heres a lesson to all men Yo, if she trying to stay in that friend zone, zone her ass to her friends N-no, dont give me that, dont give me that Bitch, roll up

I said Lisa you a stupid bitch Kissed my dad gave em herpes now He got crabs from this last girl This other girl too he kissed my Last sister sister last sister too Lisa you dumb bitch you left me For some other chick nigga And the baby too the baby dick You but mines a little small I dont give a fuck I look like a fucking frog Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Bitch I gave you what you want, gave you what you need Then I gave you a kiss, now my penis bleeds Now Im at the clinic bitch, now Im stuck up at the dentist In this motherfucking relation, I hate it bitch its finished You gave me war, I gave you peace Infection on your yeast then you tried to fuck my niece She only seven but when she turn eleven Yall can fuck the Indians for hotdogs at 711 Huh, you tried to give a kiss but the little bitch Got herpes on her lips and here bitch listen You was it, I wasnt pimpin You half black, how the fuck you gonna burn up all the chicken You cant make Kool-Aid, Im so serious No fruit punch so I had to drink your period Fuckin buying Bape dildos up on my Visa I was in love with you Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Hey, whats this bump on my lip What the fuck is this yellow shit comin out of my dick bitch I shouldve used a fucking rubber Lisa, bitch you told me your name was Rhonda Show my little brother how to take an aids test Come to find out my ass was positive Took care of all seven of ya kids Bitch, fuck Bobby Brown now its her prerogative Sniffin coke, smokin grass Shouldve never fucked you in the ass Bitch, you are crackhead, everyone knows We was all in the club and They was like And I was like And they were like And I was like this Whats your name and she said Clean and I was like hmm... What happened? I said bitch Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa Lisa You stupid ass bitch, I cant believe you did me wrong I gave you a kiss and I went to go home I came back to the fucking house, you fucking rat Now I came back shoulda, I dont give a fuck you stupid fuck Bitch you smell like ass, I gave you a kiss I really love you bitch, why would you do me like this I gave you everything like my fucking dick I gave you money, cars, diamonds and shit When I just see you just put nut in the bitch Then you suck everbodys motherfucking dick Suck enough niggas like a STD and shit bitch Aint taking care you no more See your kids smoke more so get the fuck out the door And get on your knees and suck my dick one last time This one time suck it suck it like It fall off and shit Lisa Lisa Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa Lisa Lisa I gave you everything I had Lisa Bitch I let you fuck my dad Timmy Tracey Keisha Bitch See, it was all good and stuff, and you just come To my house and chill on my couch, but now, you gave me everything You had, herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, I cant even give my mom A hug, shit She took your baby? Bitch thats based Ill stab this bitch with a motherfucking pencil When I go get her, she gone get knocked I loved you Lisa We loved you Lisa You even fucked everyone in the family Cant even go to the family reunion, bitchh Mmm Lisa bitch Hee hee Odd Future, ahh shoot a nigga Aahh, okay okay You can stop recording Wait wait wait one more thing one more thing one more thing Uhh, you still recording? Oh Fuck em all Odd Future, Bitch

Welcome to my home, the place that I hate The place that I love, the Planet of the Apes The place that I loathe, the boy minus father Equals boy minus heart, always testing mama Mic sessions thrash, life lessons trashed Nights get cold as the knife that I grab Zoom to your wife room take her life with a stab Sure her ass look nice, itd look nicer in a bag And slung over shoulder, village slum soldier Bayonet bloods when my cup runneth over With sith lord dark side of the force In the trunk of a Porsche tryna butt fuck Yoda Shotgun, drop T, Earl flow shogun Jabbing with a pen while you faggots getting toes done Hold up, I was four going on grown up So before you niggas tell me Im nuts, you better grow some, faggot Fuck this Christmas Fuck this Christmas Fuck this Christmas Aint nothing for you Crazy mothafuckas in the North Pole causing ruckus And the punk nut-crackers couldnt cuff us, how I fuck her It was quiet how I stepped in, I crept in with my cock out Now shes having make-out sessions with my weapons Drunk a fifth of eggnog, stole Santas reindeer Joy-rode the North Pole, steering is a bitch so I hopped out and ask some Jasper elves for some info Where I can burn some Christmas trees with large amounts of thick snow Ive been acting naughty problem child in attendance John Ritter said he taught me how to mothafuck a Christmas Dismissing all the wanting and the presents are forsaken See if youre the gift from God then Im the Christmas wrap from Satan You, bitch you cant get nothing No more, no more presents, no more cranberry sauce Bitch you cant get nothing no more No more fleeces for your caprices and shit Bitch give me my mothafuckin presents back, aint none for you Alright for real, you gon have to give me my fucking presents back Cause those are for my grandma, yeah that thong, that was for my grandma Give me my presents back, give me my gifts

White bitches, white girls, white drugs Black girls dont do it but my type does Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand Until I give her gashes where its nothin but the white meat E-T-I-H, Ws, double Ds on her knees White gargle yellow fuckin bumblebees Use whiteys as my dinner course for intercourse So much fuckin white make Darth Vader have a thinner force But of course, Im the white boy that shows no remorse Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse Blacc Friday, fuck a Nigga Friday, umm Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan abort Bring the remainin red and white pieces to the fort Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray Oh wow, Obilivion stump I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no, Im not drunk I coulda sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories Im not a murderer, this occurance that isnt happenin Is sporadically damagin my reputation See Im a good guy but when I see dead casualties My penis gets erected and nipples are such aroused And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house And three hours in the showers with the corpse Ive ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm Rileys bodys entirely covered and tied up From my desire, now look at the fuckin irony I killed my manager with an iron All because the bitch finally decided to fire me Back at Travis house even though that faggot admires me All because I heard that he was talkin to Danielle So now that I finally made that fags head handheld He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail First letter says motherfucker youre dead The king of comedy heard everythin that you said And Just in Time your head is mine You crossed the fuckin line like them dirty Mexicans Second letter reads: Hey son, its me Fuck you, Im a subject without my permission Third letter quote hey Ace Im addicted to coke Wanna ask how I been so? I make songs about shit for attention Put them out randomly hopin that I get some I got problems in my head that I want, no But I dont trust anybody, yeah no one Savin up 24 bullets with gun Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm Hopefully the next album can help me out Cause Im now, livin this life with foolproof doubts So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous

Hey! Whats your name? Oh, thats nice Me? Im Wolf, you can call me Tyler though Im eighteen, you from around here? Oh, you look like my next victim I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister While James is jamming on the mixer We can play Twister naked Dont be afraid, its just a kiss Im open to everything if youre inviting your sister Thats another topic, we should start a project You could be the lab rat, I could be the doctor Let me drug you up and put different things in you But Im not gonna do that until you begin to pass out Now I can draw your face up pretty Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty Or I can get the hand held and hold held titty And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you Teenage parties, I recommend you Never get drunk with a nigga like us But I kinda like your company And you rubbing on my dick, yeah it comforts me Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, I brought one Herpes virus, yeah bitch, I fought one I dont want you to have my permit yet That I just havent came up with a name yet I got some new shit, well technically, I got a new dick The other one fell off in a pulpit A gay coaches white grease and Chris Stokes Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke Funny, right? Ha-ha, this shits jokes I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote Hey, you right there In that pretty red dress, lets dance I said hey, you right there In that pretty red dress, lets fuck Well, I have a gram cupcake mix Mix a little syrup, it aint no way to cure him But I dont do the syrup, I just do the sniffles Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch I gotta riddle What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle Im tryna get your puss, your pimple is a push Away from the tush, I dont smoke kush I dont do drugs, I dont even club I dont drink beer, why the fuck am I here The girls are really cute but there on X And thats a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex And you might be next, you pass out on Me and your mouth drool, throw you in my van now its carpool Let you rest your ass on my dick like a barstool Going deep like a scuba with the snorkle You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty Imma drop you off home quickly You passed out, bitch you aint even listening And leave your house empty, your neighbors didnt see me Your never gonna get me, your self respect were skimpy You was up thirty, now youre down fifty Abracadabra your memory Im tricky You are what I rob so I guess your pussy empty Just like your home by taking the store of oreos Over by the cabin of cheerios and the mint tea Yep. But.. I had fun, tonight..

A-C-E, O-F, uh Wild, Im not tame just because my visions are strange I am normal not deranged, I am not a fucking lame Your pee dripping wet, I need all my nutrients On the phone, if I take you home how much can I get? Yeah, I like you but, you act like you dont like us We could start a whole new religion girl, in Odd we trust You play hard to got, got me hard like cement Heres my car I love please do not dip, please just go go go wait go go go wait Im a fucking monster, my Tonka is trucker In my locker got books, Im a nasty mothafucker Truth or dare in the cemetery, right past the elementary My faith lasts for the whole century You could bite my neck or I could bite your neck Or you could bite her and excite her you will not regret My castle got dungeons, my dungeons got dungeons Open up them legs, let me see whats for luncheon go go go wait go go go wait And the sky is dark The bats invade the park The water swims the shark But dont just wait, go

Hold up Got a minute for me? Yeah, I know I just show up Didnt know I gotta call before Maybe you could spare a minute Sit down, you said I got way too much confidence Honestly You didnt see the best in me It feels like youre mocking me And now Ive gone off so far away A castaway But you dont even remember what you did back then Oh, yeah Now, it didnt take forever for me to move on Make it work somehow I know, honestly You didnt see the best in me It feels like youre mocking me And now Ive gone off so far away A castaway I think about what we had I guess I always known Ive never had the chance You were never gonna give me a fair shot, yeah Leave it all in the past No use tryna dig up all the good times, too bad You got way too much confidence Honestly It wasnt so hard to see That youre not the one for me Yeah, Id rather be so far away A castaway Ayo, no point in lyin, no point in tryin anymore Change of direction and now Im flyin to the door Am I bein used? Question kinda dumb Its rhetorical in sum, at this point, I wanna run I dont need no handout Ima cook solo and well see how it pan out May get too hot, I might have to bring the fan out now To drown you out, I aint know it could blow that loud, damn We dont work out, big belly is on horizon You dont hear me now, you really dont have Verizon Yeah, we need silence, cause I need help If I was a pair of pants, Id be looking for a belt Cause you always bring me down and Im lookin for an up So its got me to a point where I do this to myself Am I bein used? Question kinda dumb Its rhetorical in sum, at this point, I wanna run Gotta get, gotta get, hey Gotta get, gotta get, hey Gotta get, gotta get, hey Gotta get, gotta get, hey Gotta get, gotta get, hey Gotta get, gotta get away Gotta get, gotta get, hey Bet you dont even remember, yeah Honestly You didnt see the best in me It feels like youre mocking me And now Ive gone off so far away A castaway

Why dont we, why dont we Why dont we fall in love? So many things Im goin through So much that I wanna do Startin to become so clear to me, yeah Tomorrow aint really guaranteed So many days Ive thought of you Its about time you know the truth Got to act quickly, you and I Cant fall in love, so many reasons why Why dont we, why dont we Why dont we, why dont we Why dont we fall So, I know how you kinda feel about religion Based off of your own work but, I wanna ask you this: Do you believe that theres a higher power? I mean, hell yeah, its a higher power I mean, somethin had to come up with all this shit But, if, if its, it... I think God is in everybody Shit its, its what you believe in, its what brings you that That immense joy, that, that you cant even explain I see, I see what you’re saying So let me say this Tellin us today, that a man built Noahs Ark Is just as crazy as us tellin a caveman We built robot bitches we can fuck

Flocka! Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique That nigga muggin like he hard or something Like he wanna touch me like my brother’s son Squad! They say Im rapping like Im bout that I tell em come and try nigga if they doubt that Devil daisy hats, chaimy chi, pop that Thuggin like the 96 Pac back Aint no 1 on 1s, to feel once we just jump back B-S-M shawty we kill all rats BRAAT All these niggas ass cheek If you ask me, these niggas lab me Feed em to the wolves then Catch me by myself nigga better still dead Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique Umm, hey fellow how ya doin? Well I’m doin bad and I hope your days ruined When youre on stage Im the one that’s booin cause I hate your guts, hehe I be in the bushes lurking, why you live your life so Goddamn perfect? Cause my life sucks and it serves no purpose, Im gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it Yeah, faggot, why the fuck do you have it? Why the fuck dont I got it and anyway? I could stop it Is perfect, fuck your moms, dead homies and bitch you sleep with Fuck yo food, the protein in it, and fork you eat with Now have your wife beat dick, get pregnant and then make you think that Its yours, now thats the real definition of sneak diss Im Silky Johnsons left hand, coming like the next trend It sucks cause Im your best friend, nigga Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car, nigga fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrists Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique Time is money, you can die today Audemar Niggas dribble like they forgot how much your body cost Im in the hood, no bodyguard All these chains lookin like its fuckin Mardi Gras My top down, seat way back Dont respect the squad – get your face cracked DT young is kinda bad, thats why you stay tat Cal the cleanup crew, no A chance Wait hold on Im still white, who gon say something? All that fessils like my youngins wont fake something DGBSM, we gon shake somethin Potato on my belt, watch me bake something

Man, I feel like, Ill win a Grammy, yknow? I had a, a dream, yknow what I mean? Right now Im living the first scene, yknow? This gon be a long thank you, umm Thank you to: Left Brain, Hodgy Beats Casey Veggies, Super 3, Matt Martians Mom, I love you, I made it! The whole family, shit umm Devon, Shaun, R.C., Juan Chris, Robert, Randy, Aaron Jasmine, Jackson, Taj, Grand Christina, Milan, Geo, Yan Ice, Skyler, Daniel, Mookie Mars, Urbie, Josh, Jason Domo, Katano, Brandun Deshay Uhhh... Big ups to Sould Banana Crew My whole Grind Time Family Kicks Material, Ill Boss, Switch Erykah Veggies, Casen Kreation You know all the blogs that held me down Big ups to all my niggas at the DIRTY~! man Dirty! Big ups to HypeBeast, all my niggas on Hype Crew Got mad love for Hype Track Thomas Warlowe whats good? Eric Koston, K.B, old T.K. I mean the crazy one Lizard King, I I remember when I first saw Brandon Biebel Umm, yknow shoutout to Harold Hunter That nigga, he he influenced me so much Darrell Stanton, Yeah Right! Fully Flared, Baker 3 Mystery, take that, Atmosphere, Ride the Sky, Lakai Umm Supreme - what tup to my Diamond Fam? FreshJive Rick I see you, BBC, Ice Cream Ralph Lauren Peg Leg S, everybody at Media Arts The best magazine in the world other than Odd Future Mass Appeal, XXL, Thrasher Whats up to WingStop? The 212 bus In Search Of..., Fly or Die, Chronic 2001 The Love Below, Wanderland, Voodoo, Pleasures U Like Blueprint 2, Lord Willin, Marshall Mathers LP Baduizm, Devils Night, Love Deluxe, Diamond Life Chemical Chords, Urban Hang Suite, Chrome Children Customized Greatly, Welcome, Love Angel A Funk Oddyssey, Flood, You Think You Really Know Me Get Rich or Die Tryin, Gods Son, Gorillaz Kid A, The Hollywood Recordings, In My Mind, Justified Juslisen, Shades of Blue, Mamas Gun, Midnight Marauders, Uhh Clones, Off the Wall, Rhythm & Gangsta, Volume 1 Pronounced Jah-Nay, Whos Jill Scott?, Evolution Of, Special Herbs Tropea Blue, Under the Cherry Moon, We Got it 4 Cheap Back to Black, Word of Mouf, The Documentary Its just so many to name man, umm Adult Swim, uhh Fresh Prince, Magic School Bus, Reading Rainbow 90s Nick, Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, Eddie Murphy, Will Smith Terry Richardson, Square Pixel, Teena Tyrell Krink, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Mbutu, Nixon, Reagan Clinton, Obama, Mark Ryden, Rick Rotney, Tetris - what Sonic! Grand Theft Auto, Mario, Salvador Dali All the porn in the world Belly, E.T., Dr. Seuss And last but not least, you...

Yeah I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots You like my songs, I like your tits But deep down, I dont really like you, bitch You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong Youre on my bed, but Simons red Now Simon says get the fuck out my life Cause youre not my wife, bitch youre a stand for this night And you could be a stab for this knife Im seventeen , youre twenty-six Youre a divorced slut and you cant suck dick You dropped outta college, you cant pay shit But Im broke as fuck too, bitch, we on the same boat Wheres my inhaler? I think Im gonna puke Cause I cant believe I lost my virginity to you Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too But I guess Im just gonna make this fish stew because I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin I got these bitches brewin tonight Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Bitch, shake your ass , shake it until the wet sweat Crawls right down the crack of your ass Booty meat snackin , back that ass up Until you come back up and lick my sack up Im Tyler, the Creator Hang with thrashers and skaters I do sound like Darth Vader But thats not stoppin me from eating your muffin I think you and your friends Should come with me to get your salad tossed Cause when I make this stew in your gold pot Im adding extra sauce Because... I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Man, I got these bitches brewin Fuckin up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin I got these bitches brewin Inside of my gold pots And theres wet pussy on my face Shake that ass and dont make vibrations stop Bitch

Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a fucking monster Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, fuck it badass posture Cops are angering the hell Where they discounted mounted With the devil, he was formal and some Polo and some Dockers Dancing with him playing vengeance Cindi Lauper with some Crips In all red like they playin Red Lobster My bitch is white Italian to be exact Mobster is her father and hell kill me When he finds out Im reading her Harry Potter FUCK HIM!, Im a Demon fill your daughter up with semen With Supreme embroidered logos, making fun of homos cause its funny Tommy rugby hilfiger screaming nigga with the klux Im a fuckin Nazi with a condom, barely give a fuck Odd Future Wolf Gang, Fuck Lame, 91 We hockey fuckin awesome, hit you with the Wolf Gang puck Puck, trucks thunder now shes in the trunk wondering why shes about to get raped and chopped up, lumber He said, write a sixteen, well she was seventeen And Im only eighteen and thats statutory rape And if you fuckin snitch on me I guess ill make the great escape To have a date with your dead body and I cannot be late Might do a Ted Bundy, I can consider yall some haughtys If they find me at my home, guess I gotta fuckin roam All alone ,in the streets, gotta hustle drugs for food Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat Fuck you, O.F.M. Bangin on your mothafuckin FM Fuck Tammy

Me and my niggas was in the cut like rubbin alcohol Shaded up with a girl or two, not a worry at all Im with them niggas in LA, that you know about, know about, from your girl From the word of mouth, Im the only name that come out her mouth To the South, Texas state, yeah thats where my family at Deep up in the country homie where people be burnin trash Rollin by, feelin hella good, I been up in Inglewood Since Paul Pierce went to Inglewood went from hood to hood Love it there, taught me how to be a man Hear them dudes rappin bout it, but really they dont understand I come from a little somethin called the streets, taught me how to be a man Hear them dudes rappin bout it, but really they dont understand Understand? Girls come around, man they been tryna get it out me Niggas in my face, they dont know nothin about me Most these niggas fake, I say loud I say it proudly We got money to make, and we dont trust anybody, anybody Said we dont trust anybody, anybody I said high school, 11th grade, CDs in my back pack Who ever needed that, they got it, next day they come back, they on it Most these chickens actin on it, lovin how Im tappin on it Niggas hit me up, yeah they lovin how Im rappin on it Said I will attack a track, and this gone need a rappin lawyer Charged before assault, look at all this shit I bought Im always tryna floss, and when I get Imma do it right Straight shinin on them lames, from the mornin to the night From the mornin to the night, I take the air, takin flight Yeah thats that LA shit, young guys on they playlist Jordans and the gold chain, Illmatic bumpin Nas did it first and now Im bout to tell em somethin They all up in my face when I walk up in the function Them girls wasnt dancin, but now they all jumpin I said Jordans and the gold chain, Illmatic bumpin Nas did it first and now Im bout to tell em somethin, Veggies Hey girl, whats your name? Do you wanna suck a dick? Who am I? Wolf Haley, yeah Im known for punchin bitches In the fuckin brain, do wanna give me some? No you dont? Why you wont? Oh, youre a fuckin nun Didnt mean to offend, oh, youre a lesbian So Im guessin you dont really like to put your trust in men? Who do I trust? Um, heroine addicts and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, yeah I can count on them Who is him? Signed proof in a suit Preme six panel cap with the green brim Its box logo this, box logo that Usually a caucausian, big swallow on the cack, oh snap I am, spittin like I got chipped tooth, pop some Prozac Golf Wang nigga, know that or that can Turn into some neck, gettin snapped up properly Tyler Creator and Casey Veggies, fuck broccoli Yeah, DTA in this bitch I dont trust nobody nigga I mean, you can trust these niggas but At the end, they fuckin you, no homo Swag (Casey Veggies nigga Tyler the Creator, from 07 and to beyond)

I rock a black tee, I step in black shoes My denim jeans black and my fitted is too I date a white girl soundin black on the phone Ill whip a 750 if its black on chrome I need a black card cause Im a black shopper Clean out the stores like somebody robbed ya Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags The black bags with the gold writin on the black tag The Jager in my cup is licorice black Soon as I turn the bottle more liquor spillin back Im rich, Im wealthy, Im drunk and Im black Im dope, Im coke, Im weed, Im crack Ill get you hooked like you relapsed Its Blacc Friday and Im glad to be black Its Blacc Friday and Im glad to be black What do we do on Blacc Friday? Chill with my crew on Blacc Friday Get in the mood on Blacc Friday You know what? Nigga, its Blacc Friday What do we do on Blacc Friday? Chill with my crew on Blacc Friday Get in the mood on Blacc Friday Cause its Friday, its Blacc Friday White bitches, white girls, white drugs Black girls dont do it but my type does Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand Until I give her gashes where its nothin but the white meat E-T-I-H, Ws, double Ds on her knees White gargle yellow fuckin bumblebees Use whiteys as my dinner course for intercourse So much fuckin white make Darth Vader have a thinner force But of course, Im the white boy that shows no remorse Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse Nigga Friday, fuck a Blacc Friday, umm Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan abort Bring the remainin red and white pieces to the fort Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray Gravis black box, gray Hundreds sox Everythin new, so my whole team rock like Metallica Gun metal twenty-ten Challenger Shit stress free I aint even gon hassle her I just play my part make moves like chess Ask your bitch who the best, question mark like Guess? Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back Shades dark as fuck so all I see is black Bet that, look Im a Hot Topic nigga My attire dark lookin like a Gothic nigga Spit shit take off like a rocket, nigga Got the whole West coast in my pocket nigga Pitch the rock, Mike Vick, swag so sick Ask bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse Tell the truth, this shit wouldnt be fun without me Bitch Im drawing Black Lines ask the Hundreds about me

Let these niggas live, T Bitch ass niggas dont know me New sandwich with bologna I aint really yall niggas friends, none of yall mother fucks is my homie I bought a brand new tree Yall niggas dont know me A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, AK-47 hit a nigga in his teeth He be talking lotta shit but aint wanna be handlin the mother fuckin business that he need to If a nigga got a problem Imma hit a nigga in his fucking back when I see you Fuji Water, Fuji Water, Imma go and piss on my daughter You dont believe me? Imma maul her Real nigga on the track, bitch Come through with the sandwich Thats bread, lettuce, cheese, mustard, bread, crumble You know the Buick got the suicides Roll up on that Buick, nigga you gon die Youll never know who in-fucking-side I come through, commit a fucking suicide I got nine wives, nine lives, nine bags of chips, nine bitches, WE BOUT TO GO ON A FIELD TRIP Youre so excited for that field trip, admit it. We about to go on a field trip! How stoked are for that field trip? Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit? Not me nigga cause I got the heat nigga If you got a mother fucking problem, nigga I will lay the mother fucking shit down Like lyrics on a beat nigga, get yo ass beat nigga! Talk shit to me? I dont like that! I put a fuckin bundle of fucking bananas in my fuckin ass Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit? [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator My new bitch got a new line-up Rolex with the time up Dont believe Im the best, nigga? Playback, rewind-up! I give no fucks Do I give fucks? Eyo, Clancy! I give no fucks! These niggas got a problem on they hands It might be me, it might be me Oh just wait yall Ey, real nigga for real If you wanna be the one for me, you gon have to show me your mother fuckin hella skills Bro thats all me, forrilla Real nigga in the spot, I might come through with the Glock and kill ya We gon see till the night over What you lookin boy? Burnin Call me wavy, the way that Im cappin ya All black guns like Im going to war with Africa Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang Sandwich, bread, lettuce, cheese, tomato, mustard, bread, crumble Sandwich, lettuce, cheese, tomato, ketchup, mustard, who you tryna fuck wit? Pussy nigga think he talkin shit to me on Facebook and Twitter? Call me Mark McGwire, Imma hitter! Bitches know Im the bomb, Im mustard, you can call me Dijon

I get high in Ohio Fucken coke and a smile Devil reading the bible Reverends triggered the rifle Animal heads important to the back yard again Bury the Backyardigans Blood covers my button up in step fathers cardigan Erect a pistol, eject a clip full of missiles A bodybag, to clean the gory issue Closed casket, faggot, burn the house down with you End this shit to end this shit Does heaven have a membership? Because I pick up angels by a pistol whip This time shes so beautiful and me Unusual to see Shove her in the trunk, you can go with me You like my FreshJive shirt, well I can give you one for free Cause when I wished for it I found me on a killin spree ...Just leave up to me My mom caught me jackin off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel Sippin a cherry Fanta to match my dress and my purple heels Looking like Im Santa but skinny in a black weave, its real In a stolen truck with my license to kill I tell em Im Frank from Montana, the king of the hill Except Im a nigga from the junk yard gang Bill Cosby couldnt spot me if I copied a duck in a bill Simply cause I do not give a fuck like virginity Illmatic with the tactics I do not give a fuck how you feel, I got wolf I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer A skatin, rappin, composin photographer is Back like a black bitchs hairline, kilometer Hotter than Madonnadoo-doo mama back-up dancers with the windows rolled up inside the Honda driving through Nevada during summer Tyler, comma, the Creator is a fucking animal Im such spitting like a llama nigga

Uh Ayo, ayo Its like 3 AM in Denmark Watching movies and cartoons, heh Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Spirit, movin around, just movin around Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts Spirit My sister called the other day and said she loved me, wassup? I called her back and said Im sorry I dont say it enough See I dont put up a front, I just say what I want, nigga Never let a nigga tell me I couldnt stunt, uh Pro black but this twink white Ill sign if the ink right Two cribs, I can sleep twice Niggas swear they woke but got crust in their eyes They cant blink right These niggas fake confidence and fake show how they feel Then go home and big cry because that acne is real Show them scars motherfucker How you think they gon heal up? Scab ass niggas fucking up all the deals I got niggas tryna slander me, I knew from the start But I cant do it back to them, it aint no hate in my heart Yall Stephen Hawkings with the way that yall make moves But Ima flip the channel on you niggas Just stay tuned and watch em Im the real Fresh Prince, new crib in Bel Air And I feel so free, the cheetah print in my hair Rainbow on the belt, gang shit yeah yeah I hopped out that bitch, had to make some room for my furs Niggas picking out their victims, hot potato, hot potato Tryna cancel me on Twitter, but got limits on ya data Tell the engineer to turn me all the way up on the faders Because everything Im dropping hot as fuck like clumsy waiters Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Spirit, movin around, just movin around Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts Spirit, yeah, thats the king

My money burn Synonymous to treatment of the fuzzy herb, I keep it G In places you wishing you and your niggas be Salute the gang, bitches cheer loud for the winning team Bring it home, pull it out, break it down, roll it up Smell it while we rolling down the street, you niggas know its us We got that fire, man you niggas know whats up King Zag papers, Juan the only nigga rolling blunts Other than that, you lame niggas is wack Smoking on a J, while Im smoking on a track Cliche shit, stay way way far from basic Kush cologne, I wear mines no K-Swiss Damn, all I get is high; and brains From a long-haired mistress preferred skinning light Prejudice, marijuana evidence Pipes, bong, vapes got me blown out my element, element Every single day I smoke Every single day I smoke Every single day I smoke Every single day I smoke I get high, I get high I get high, I get high I get high, I get high I get high, I get high I grasp my intoxication, digital cinema Third dimension, I cant move, verb suspension Putting my lips to the purp, hemp burns is tempting Bitches in the studio and we copped about a quarter On the phone with her dad, Im getting high with his daughter Euphoria, mouth cotton, percent? A hundred Many places I go or I have went, Im blunted Weed, you got it, I want it, I want it if you got weed T, T-H, H-H, H-C Out of no eyes, Im so high, hashish I can provide In your life, you gotta pick it up, cause I have no ride When you arrive, Ill be outside loitering I hate potheads who front like they dont blaze it Your body needs Mary Jane, nigga, it craves it I welcome Mary Jane, she doesnt violate Inhale, exhale, feel the vibe-er-ate Smoke it up Bitch, smoke it up Smoke it up Bitch, smoke it up Smoke it up Bitch, smoke it up When they smoke it up Bitch, smoke it up Baby, you could pass it to the right Baby, you could pass it to the right Lady, you could pass it to the right Lady, you could pass it to the right Lady, you could pass it to the right Right now, Im tryna take a hike On a cloud, coming down If you pass it to the right, so we can be higher than a... Smoke it up Bitch, smoke it up All my niggas smokin up Shit, you gon smoke or what? Aight then, bitch, smoke it up Roll it up then smoke it up Shit, smoke it up Fuckin smoke it up Baby, you could pass it to the right Lady, you could pass it to the right Baby, you could pass it to the right Shit, you could pass it to the right Baby, you could pass it to the right Lady, you could pass it to the right Puff, puff, and then pass it to the right So we can be higher than a... Smoke it up Smoke it up Smoke it up Drop it Pass it to the right Higher than a... Yeah Wolf Gang

She be like, yeah, I be like, nah I be like, yeah, he be like, nah I be like, yeah, she be like, nah Theyll be like, yeah, she be like, nah Fuckin that bitch in the back of the Popeyes I was tryna get some Five Guys Paint a nigga like some tie-dyes Gettin high, slingin dimes when your cousin died I need a perm like Andre Then cut it off all to a bald fade Stashin bitches in my crawl space Whats in you wallet? Bitch, I work for Allstate Parlay, I need a mixed bitch like parfaits Who read Junie B. Jones in fourth grade With a big forehead like Shah Dey She always give me free tickets to the Barclays Shoot, net, swish From the 3 point line, I sunk the bitch Any closer, I might as well dunk the bitch She be like, yeah, I be like, nah I be like, yeah, he be like, nah I be like, yeah, she be like, nah Theyll be like, yeah, she be like, nah Ayo, how are you doin, nice to know ya Heard that I was from California With the palm trees and the dirty water And the nice things, thats why I go the hardest Cause I never had it, had it, now I got it, got it Im a natural at it, need a cap and gown Cause Im top of class, and Im so sporadic When I walk in rooms, motherfuckers panic Im a young man with a net worth Young man, Im a expert I get neck like a stretched shirt Bust quick, let this TEC squirt It aint not out yet like my best work, on God Wolf Haley, the new baby, Luke Cage with an M-80 Lil cool like Lupe, they touché When I say anything off top like toupée, T She be like, yeah, I be like, nah I be like, yeah, he be like, nah I be like, yeah, she be like, nah Theyll be like, yeah, she be like, nah

Who the heck invited Mr. Who cries about his dad in a blog Boy you messing up and truthfully Ive had enough And screw rolling papers Full of crap like I ate that john Come on kids Lets buy stuff and get those kids with dads and moms With nice homes, 41ks Those little punks gotta learn, we aint takin no mess Whats up man? Do your best Cause I dont have no home meal to come to So if you do Im throwing fingers out screaming I got a bunch of these, a bunch of these Not Dahm, if I was a Dahm I would be Humpty Green hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy Really bout it bout it like Im Master P Its really immaculate the way your girl be smacking Surprised she hasnt did school stuff in the alley oop Golf Wang hooligans messing up the school again Showing you and yours that doing stuff is really cool again Im going harder than a midget jumping over me Look at my hat, its cool Punches to the stomach where that other stuffs supposed to be Forget this man, yeah! Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Wolf Gang, triple six crew My love is gone for you Tommy, you can go figure Now its time for me to be a real, hey This beat is real nice So Imma spit like I aint never spit before And Imma walk through that.. door And Imma make all that.. dough So is you messing with me? No This that Wolf Gang, this that, this that Wolf Gang Green hats and green gats, knocking everybody on their back Mess around with me and Im gon scratch your cat, uh! They dont know us, they dont know us They dont know where we from, they dont know nothing I aint joking

Wolf fucking Haley Im not fucking crazy, fucking crazy Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang Okay, its my turn to rap Fucking modern day Ian Curtis I oughta been The motherfuckin bulls was hotter than a Dennis Rod-a-Man All the men and girls was tied up inside a cottage and Raquel, Riley, Brandun, Alexis, fuckin Milan and them House’s egg yolking, motherfuckin ain’t joking Throats chokin hulkin that motherfuckers like I’m Hulk Hogan Halloween at Neverland Ranch? I’m Macaulay Culkin Fuckin Superbad swag when I murder Seth Rogen I’m sick, this asthma, takin 6 Robitussin I’m fuckin this game up no trojans for the semen On the boat, better vote and fuckin pray Even though the pope is bogus Even though I’m hyped the dopest 2Dope don’t wanna post us Copy all we are off how we all are rockin And they kosher but don’t trip My pockets got a loaf of that I’ll show you how you’re supposed to rap Yeah, for the blonde bitches They say they enjoy the vision I’m the man now the boys missin from the decision My television is eclectic How can he move on Waka Flocka and back to Joy Division? Yeah, I said that I received info now the surgeon is missing Probably cause I dressed up as a nurse Went it to his office, gave him his cup of coffee Aw, now he is feeling nauseous buzzin me to walk in Takin’ all the doctor calls, ask her to prescribe A bunch of shit that he can munch and such He asked what was in the coffee, I just coughed a blush Whatchu say? Hit him with the uppercut then cut him up With the roughest tools And I found out the wolves had Aten some sections of ugly sluts Fuck! Now I got blood on my new fuckin sneakers and stuff Fuck it, storage room where this doctors getting his body stuffed By this fuckin awesome, thrashin African that’s marvelous With green supreme hats, smoker’s head, it was a pot of luck I love Taylor Swift, Date Rape Sirloin, in a wife beater with a Chris Brown iron-on Bitch, I’m tighter than a stogie and a lighter The cuts thats on Taylor or the Braces when I bite her After that I will retain her from leaving gaps and gashes When I brush her with the rubber bands leaving gummy rashes Laughing Gas, Pass her out, fool beat this Cause I’ll do to her what my father didn’t really give And that’s not hard to figure out but just in case it is I’ll make it really hard to get it out, if you catch my drift Wolf, Gang Fuck

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch Like what the fuck are we doin We kissin, Im weezing, its time to play Tetris I play piano, jack off Im anorexic Im fucking asthmatic, my records problematic Talkin to myself because my therapist done had it All the racial slurs from the wangsters playin from Lenny Kravitz Love Lockdown like I am some sort of faggot But Im not in the first place Waiting on my dad to say hi on my birthday Cause Jesus wouldnt even be my friend on Church day I plan on getting back censored the worst way In the jungle, I planned on the keeper Inside of the cage cause Im a motherfuckin Zebra Obamas in office, niggas get job like teachers Lookin out, retarded kids screamin out fuck slob, Jesus And I can write a hook fast I can get straight to the cash Yall niggas come last, Im first though No rehearsal, I know it all like Urkel You can call it commercial So turn it up, turn it up Odd Future wont stop it I make music for a reason, didnt vote Obama So you can charge me with treason Year round asshole, the fuck you season The flu, Im sick thats why everybody sneezin Im always cheesin, smile for a reason Fuck as I fuck you, Im always teasin My daughter need milk and a quilt So Im sellin the the haze for six bucks cause she always sneezin Some people need drugs, some people need dubs On they car note to go to the club But really, really, really, all I need deep down is a hug Look, Im back like niggas on a bus With a Rosa Parks state of mind, I dont give a fuck And Im strollin Down South like Good Luck Chuck In a Malcolm X shirt chillin with the Ku Klux Klan, I aint nothin to fuck with O.F. clan they aint nothin to fuck with The O.F. clan they aint nothin to fuck with This Black Snake Moan is somethin to suck bitch

Yeah How you doing today? Yeah Yeah Ace the Creator, man Look Casey Veggies Odd Future, look Look Hello, the hype is so mellow Bitch Im dope but my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and its pink on the title Nigga fuck your role model bitch, Im my own idol and If you cant face it my nigga, you can ass it My accessorize accessories bring out my assets Nigga they sound on acid, tablets Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses I suffer from ADHD I should win a fucking award for being me Beat banging the tom-toms My producer selection is fresh nigga, fuck Vons Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender Eating Belgian waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off Step two: run to your radio, turn this shit off Nigga didnt bother, so my father didnt help So when my mom would beat my ass, she would always hit me With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts Ace, the Creator, man Casey Veggies, yo Odd Future, nigga Get used to it Hey, I’m gonna slow it down real quick for you Im so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan Im your favorite rapper, fan, its an honor to shake my hand On award tour, on excursions, Im a virgin of swap meets Im so pure, so sick its no cure Im dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? The hat, the crew, the t-shirt is Supreme Yeah We gotta speed it up, cuz we tryna to get to the mall Trevor Ben in on the boards, brandUn DeShay Right here for y’all It’s what I do, don’t get it misconstrued One half of ArKade Step your game up, weight up It’s the mixtape extraordinaire Hip hop went M.I.A., I only sort of cared But thanks to me and the cool kids and Casey V And plus A-C-E The Creator Y’all niggas is playing yourself, masturbators If you could, you’d hate on yourself, master haters Hello ladies, the Val Venis with no towel Yall always come with chicken like Kung Pao Im always off the top like Kung Lao I had to let it bang like gun pow-der Or Kid Sister Yall really gonna miss him when Im gone If I ever exit I feel like I come with bien dick Like eggs and Im Arnold, you traitors, yall haters Youre so flagrant with your foul behavior Dr. DeShay, you can dial the pager The irony is Im so sick I need cough syrup If yall aint catch it, just rewind like a ERRUP I am the purest since blue magic I am legend and I do classics And I do problems, mathematician cause I do solve them Okay, you’re a goon, but what’s a goon to a goblin? Okay, what’s a goblin to a monster? Okay, what’s a monster to a beast? A monster-beast And that’s me because I make monster beats I do a show and left your block looking like Contra streets Oh, turn the volume up You still talking that Mass & volume stuff It aint a test to me Yall niggas aint even heard the best of me Got you going like ecstasy Uh, yeah Its Case-eezy and it aint easy being me-eezy I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy And oh yeah, the Weezy Left me right where, where you leave me I got it all, its no need to tease me Im coming in the game, you niggas aint even see me Told you my lines and you didnt even believe me And Im a book come and read me Im blood, come bleed me Slip straight to 90s, get off of my sleezy Yeah, because the haters always acting up And Im attacking ya, never back it up First song get oh boyd Now all the girls like Oh boy, oh boy And I dont wanna hear that weak shit no more And Im coming to a store near you Nigga why would I fear you? You cant tell me nothing, I didnt hear you Im riding from night til the next day Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway, no way Its only one way up so I aint going down They around know Im around when I come around Yung Joc because its going down From and first to Supreme All these niggas know the kid stay clean Custom, why you think my momma named me Casey? So I can change into it Rap with me, I was into it Ima get signed cause Ye can do it The moment I put the pen to the paper Ima keep moving, going through and through it Weatherman, 3,000 Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly Aint no nigga stopping he kid, nigga what you supposed to be Bubbly flows and that Im toastin he in the ground, yeah Im growin On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep And I keep going until I hear that beat beep just creep creep Whenever I take nothing, fake niggas always tryna take something Yeah, Ima lay low, my time will come Keep writing til my hands is numb Vegas trips those times was fun Why compete when its already won Call me daddy nigga, you are my son Shoot for the stars, she is my gun Shes so bomb, I call her a bad one See Casey Gucci killer figure SBs and Nike Maxes… Theres only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like were deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all they MCs and drink em under the table Like, Its on me. Put it on my tab kid. However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it Youre leaving on your face, forfeit I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told him tell her they stole it - he told her he lost it She told him, Get off it, and a bunch of other more shit Getting money, DTs be getting no new leads Its like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds Its the weed, give me some of what hes drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and theyre trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, read “To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain.” Take pride in code words Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy No hes not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel They call the super when they need their back... uhh... plumbing fixed How there only one left? The pack comes in six! Whatever happened to two and three? A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught Like, What you doing G? Dont make me have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me! Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came do his thing again, no matter who be blingin He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like its time for Tellie Tubbies Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet He plots shows like robberies In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please Run the cash and you wont get a wet sweatshirt The mic is the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat, like your boy done gone to war He came in the door, and Everybody on the floor! A whole string of jobs, like we on tour Every night on the score, coming to your corner store There, it is done. Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed, all of the worlds leaders on earth are under my control. And when they meet tomorrow in special session, I, DOOM, shall be voted master of the world. My plan is foolproof, but just in case…

Im recordin that shit on the fuckin little mic By the little camera thing on the fuckin Mac book So this shit is choppy and bad quality, but fuck it Wolf Gang, Ace Creator Somebody tell Justin Beiber that Im fuckin coming Aint no point in runnin, Im a nigga, just a little quicker So I catch him stretchin, have him guessin where his cracker throat Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat Aint he dope? No, he the same as shit that Tyler wrote This is Ace, Wolf is in the back with Travis snortin coke Rileys here, Connies dead, pickin pussy pisses pike She wont leave, dick as big as Kelly Prices appetite Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin sin Make Queen Latifah and Sydney go slap a couple dykes Wrap around til they hit the ground and they hear a sound That doesnt make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns This my album, and when your parents try to come around Do the fuckin exact opposite of turnin it down And when they try to get parental and start talkin loud Tell them that youre from the Wolf Gang and youre fuckin proud Then start barkin loud til the neighbors wanna calm you down But call the pigs, wholl probably come in bout a half an hour Tell them that your sorry, youre a cow, took a fuckin shower But make it in time for shitty re-runs of Rocket Power This is the shit that is makin me cynical The clinical attempts at schizophrenias critical Fuckin voices follow me, emulatin like twitter roll O.F. is a cult, assume that Im the fucking general So when I mention suicide, Im being Mr. Literal The coke inside nine capsules, fuck it lets split a roll Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin toll 1-800-fuck-this-shit Seven years old in my heart, so Im stayin gold But when I fuckin go, Lucifer will probably have my soul Its hot down there, fuck that, bitch Im hot as coals Out the microwave, mixed with a bowl of yellow raviol And a firetruck and Arizona durin summertime In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine Wolf Gang pete and gon live, running outta time The fuck I give is the same as the next line Thats what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead So the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Im Well Done Im Well Done Fuckin Ric Flair leglock Headshot, body cropped, make his fuckin mama watch Squeeze your baby inside a fuckin baby bottle pop Whisky top, running through your blood til your kidneys pop Pillow-talk, leave your lips on top of your pillowtop Pop you while your roof off, on top of a rooftop Oswald, Mankind, all you niggas getting socked Lethal wop, Whopper it til your burger leave the lettuce out Check this out, no one around Put your faces on my crotch Li-li-lick, lollipop, frog-tongue on my cock Dead mammals in my living room Louis minks, foxtails, doper than the metal spoon Ay fool, split your enchilada, now its worm food Moving like worms move, burn ya like perms do One two, leader of the Rat Pack Tat crew Hat removed, when I walk in rooms, make her eyes twitch Juke ya, cut your shit out like a coupon In due time, reign of a new king Well done

I might just add a verse for no reason, fuck it Ayo I sit in my garden and play Stevie Wonder And get foot massages while Clancy talk numbers He threw me some game and I swear I wont fumble Might cop me a Bronco to ride for the summer Marni the trousers, tell Risso to holla The carnival sell out, the stadium Dodger Cut off some homies, but Taco my brodie Until he score millions, I wont leave the goalie Pass em the mittens, he never betrayed me The E30 sitting, the LT my daily The engine is stupid, I drive like a tutor When I move, it moves, the transmission like Luda Ketchup like packets, my new nigga pretty Your new bitch is tacky like Busta Rhymes jackets Want smoke? I can match it, that second-hand action We exhale you inhale and asthma attack Teeing off, niggas nauseous as fuck Fuck you thought? Bitch, its GOLF Brand new whip got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch, please Soon as I nut, you can gon leave Got Ms in the bank, like: Yes, indeed This shit going crazy, I swear I go crazy I never met him but man shout out Lil Baby We running the thing gibberish I just ran out of words

If we find anything in these days and times I hope its to live your life Theres no rules to this Be your motherfuckin self Fishtailin, Im fishtailin Im fishtailin, aint no tellin if Im out of control Im fishtailin, I said, Im fishtailin Im fishtailin, aint no tellin if Im out of control Hawthorne, California, years that I was formin up Before the world would know me and I would come and perform for ya I was baby bossin things outside of my cornea In the world with mama, where papa didnt show up for us I aint let it phase me, I just focused on my wishes Execute ideas and accumulate multi-millions Gеt a bigger house with a kitchen to cook our mеals in No niggas that can press me whenever I exit buildin A boy on handlebars that would listen to all my demos That list was bout as long as a limo, but, heres the memo Them niggas that look like me treat my nuance as a nuisance So they would segregate me cause I didnt match they blueprint What you think thats tied to? Shit, they dont know, but I do So we dont match in eye view, nigga, you peaked in high school So we can not compare, your perspective is stuck, goner Cause I was signin eight-figure checks with my gloves on Im fishtailin, Im fishtailin Im fishtailin, aint no tellin if Im out of control Im just livin my life as the best I see If it dont excites me, we not the same team Watchin comma, comma, comma since I turned nineteen So do not pay me no mind Yeah How it feel? How it feel? My nigga, its so good Smile on that baby face, schooling I was fuckin up Focused, I was comin up, them kiddies had them tummies up Was nineteen years of age when my pockets was bout a hundred up How I get them checks off, nigga? I ate and I paid my mamas debt off, nigga Now the pay stubs is silly, its millis from old banter The ice near my shoulders colder than Homelander No lackin, ma, the jimmy is strapped like some old sandals I dont brag em, but she said my shit longer than old phantoms No alcohol or opium , he sober like some polar skin He focused, cause he aint think rap could take him to this podium Livin every day to the fullest, but move in silence So romanticize your life, cause tomorrow aint pinky promised Bitch, Im fishtailin, yeah I aint think rap could take me this far, for real Changin niggas lives I took my mom to Roscoes, early on And I was like Listen, you never have to work again in your motherfuckin life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah I kept that promise Who wouldve ever thunk it? I mean, did you see we was gon make it this far?

Drop it You want me to just go in? Alright Uh... My window is a book and Im a fuckin crook Stealin phones to call home but the line is off the hook And if my mother answer Ill ask her what she wants on 25th because Im chillin with Prancer Rudolph, Adolf, Hitler Rollin with nineteen 88s like its 1988 But my speakers are bleedin, the doctors in uniform Fuck cars, I have a damn unicorn that flies me to places With spaceships, that dont need money Where I can free at hand eat candy with Easter bunnies Where donuts equal water, inhalers and mushrooms And we dont have cars, we have balloons and we zoom— Through sound and the bass is astounding The snare plays square, no rounding Major-ninth chords, tower synth like its Yao Ming, Kobe Imaginary friends, fuck homies, they dont know me The tooth fairy blow me, swallow, dont shit this With my Donald Trump hairpiece, youre an apprentice Youre fired and tired, you cant stay up like a limp dick If you think you can spit, then I am the fucking dentist My visions that I record, the instruments I adore The happiness that I hoard cant be bought at liquor stores You faggots can buy our chains but you And they sold on hate and reality that I ignore You can try to walk inside my brain but I close the door Fuck dogs, I roll around with my pet dinosaur Dinosaur Yeah Hodgy Beats Drop it Fuck dogs, walk around with a pet dinosaur Wing flaps on the back of my pet rhinosaur Gold chain, 24, niggas must be shinin more The money gets closer when you seem to be grinding more And it feels better than a tongue-kiss Carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored Sunkist We musically grow unto the world like a fungus Amongst this, playin the piano like a trumpet Little guy, but his words sound so humongous Eat til you obese, arteries clot, need lunges MellowHype from Ralph Lauren to the Hundreds My crew cliqued up like Brady Bunches The captain that crunches, invitin you to lunches My nutrition have robots malfunction I suggest you stay away from the factory My breath chemical, I dont know how youll react to me Its a dog-eat-dog world, so I double doggy dare it Hold it in my hand as I stare it Down, like a magnifying glass to a diamond with a karat I read through niggas that bluff like a tarot They copy my actions, I call them fools parrots Im the pirate with one eyelid that weareth Long hair for wisdom while bitchmades Nair it I dont care if the heat I throw is unbeara— Ble, Just know, its sharea—ble And there I go, where I go I dont know, obviously, I disappear Close your eyes, bitch, Im all in your ear I have your hearts as if I stabbed it with a spear And wrote my flows with your blood smears If you cant see a legend, Ima make it clear Nigga, Im right here Golden grill Cadillac Deville Drop it Nigga, we pimpin Grill golden Chain frozen We pimpin We pimpin, we pimpin Golden grill Cadillac Deville We pimpin Nigga, we pimpin Grill golden Chain frozen We pimpin We pimpin, we pimpin

The moment youve all been waiting for Uh, say hello to the great one Mixtapes for free homie, here take one It might come in handy A record deal was the best thing yall can hand me My squad, the new Grammy family Uh, but they aint feelin it, oh well, more bars, Im spillin it Every time I touch a mic they be like yo, your touch is tight Yalls focus I took slow shots, bash so hard and slow Just like a robot, you not hot man Im sorry for the truth, Customized Greatly, killin shit Casey feels sorry in the booth, uh Flows so sweet they put fillings in my tooth, yeah Fillings in my teeth, Ace the Creator on the beat Casey Veggies on the vocals got you niggas in a chokehold, uh oh Yeah, yeah, hes at it again, spread the word tell your moms and your friend Yeah, because Im Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one The difference between me and them rappers Is I wear clothes fresh out the wrapper Undivided attention, the shows on And no cancelled shit, it must go on Nigga, volume two, uh, turn up the volume, too Im crazy lyrically, come get at me seriously Niggas know I kill em mentally and spiritually I hope youre hearin me, uh First mixtape was hot, I hope you fear me Believe that, yall niggas didnt believe that he rap And now yall bob your heads to the things that he rap Uh, yall niggas didnt believe that he rap and Now yall bob your heads to the things that he rap This nigga hated and she clap, no handshakes leave daps Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Damn, back for another one with robots Im so hot, youre cold, now heres a fucking sweater Look, I cant have no other fun With my pops probably cause he out with his other son But, Im super steezy like my last beat My bitch super greezy like her lunch be granola bars I spill healthy verses, call em granola bars Now every bitch wanna eat her Casey Veggies with no salt Now its so crazy, other people than my moms is callin me baby My nigga get ya hopes down, you couldnt persuade me To collaborate with you niggas, ya lyrics is lazy Im undefeated, but the suede shoes is Puma Im the cancer and the tumor with the drums and the tubas blastin Im a crook and its a castle If I am the shit, then Im guessin my moms a asshole Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one Back for another one, back, back, back for another one

Thats a goal Could you please tell me what you know about skippin 24, 25 Cause your mom was at her 9-to-5 Still stacking up the dough I was wrapping gifts age six with the paper bandanas Mom was always honest, I aint never had a Santa Claus She was my amigo like my buddies from Atlanta We was hopin for a signal, too afraid to change the channel, yo Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag Run up the back, you runnin to that I run off the back, you runnin to that I run up the back, you runnin to that I run off the back, you runnin to that Thats a big step, snow boots But its hot in herre, 02 Big bag, fill em up with the produce Quick, fast, big Max with the big bag, I throw em You stay up, get cake up For new gifts I take em You wake up like big mad Roof to roof, I jump, I jump, I take, I take It feels the void, I want, I want Way that I sneak in Im about as low as self-esteem when I creep in Dont make noise, my feet thin Im looking for the paper, same color my green skin Toys what is on the list When it comes to this, Im too legit Tell all them kids that he be the Grinch When they ask who has type of heart to do this Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag, fill em up with the produce Big bag Its me

Tell Theresa May to let me in Ive been going in since 2010 It gotta be the color of my skin Cause theres niggas there That doing more damage than my pen, man Said some old lines was offensive I was young, I cant apologize for that shit They took my fiction literature for literal I aint no motherfuckin criminal The fuck is the problem, my record aint got no smudges Shit is clean as a whistle, and they just blow in them grudges Let the kids see a show, thats what they waiting to see It aint no drugs on my bus, boy, my edges are straighter than me So what the fuck is the problem? That lil Black boy made it Hes got a little bit of power and these white niggas hate it And now he talking shit again, his stupid ass should have waited, fuck They said I was a bad influence to who? The camouflage following niggas like you? Or all the free thinkers that know what it do? Cause Im one of them See Ace is a king, I dont need your respect So I made my own shoes, fuck that royalty check I dont need your opinion, keep a mirror on deck So dont you talk to me It might just be my ego It might just be my ego It might just be my ego right now Clancy you should calm me down Its my ego Or maybe its my ego It might just be my motherfuckin ego Well maybe its my motherfuckin ego when Im ruling the world And I aint proving shit to niggas who just want me to fail Niggas is fronting saying we distant cousins While yall pants was always flowing, all my trousers was flooded Mad niggas be watching my moves, I never copped my props For everybody and they momma got a problem with shock Yall niggas trash, yall niggas trash Same niggas laugh when you making shit Then three years later wanna emulate the shit you did Yall pay the price Ask some old friends, that shit is over and finished Look around in the crowd, them niggas not even attendance That shit is done, and Lionel my witness But I had to move on cause I cant fuck with them niggas I shut it down Now wow, now hes saying that one day He found his wings, now he using em on his runway Pink yellow, blue and orange, shit is dark Different pattern, you say the same shit from the start Niggas I am a wave, yall just fuck with the sharks And I got flames on my pants cause I walk how I talk So keep them comments, keep them comments, keep them comments, boy When its said and done my pockets gon be filled with commas, boy Yall say thats chance, yall saying this Yall niggas say that shit is gross, that shit is nasty, eww get away boy, Im good And if you see my old friends, tell em that I really miss em but Im good And if you see some bad times, tell em I dont really miss em, boy Im good And if you see my old self, tell him not to worry cause hell be good Sorry my feelings is running, GOLF 2016, thank you niggas for coming Im out, Im out

Yeah, yeah You know thats right Can you turn me up? That shit crazy I dont know One, one, one I dont even try to bring up and remind you All the things that you have done So put the past behind you Youre livin in a lie, too The present time has had enough Its the things that you do I know weve gone too far When I think about the things that we do And you know youve gone too far If you think about the things that we do Ah, girl, why you talkin to him? He aint gon bite you, you barkin again You got better shots, but you blockin the rim But too scared to work it out cause you lockеd in the gym Ill throw you the keys if you ridе with the boy Ill holla when Im down at your pad Hop in, we can drive to your joy And peel off like the top of a scab, listen Im not gonna try to Try to understand you Lets just say whats done is done So put the past behind you Youre livin in a lie, too The present time has had enough Its the things that you do I know weve gone too far When I think about the things that we do And you know weve gone too far If you think about the things that we do I dont know even care because you know I wont be there Because you know better work on you You try so hard to be someone else Not yourself , yeah Your boyfriend a clown You lookin like a birthday party Loud as a motherfucker, gifts all gaudy And you gon be hurt until he blurt, Im sorry Tryna play it off, leavin with your shirt all soggy Drunk collar, me the Don Dada Gyal come with, hit it off, piñata Sweet as the guts, then you can sit on the steps But make a choice cause you bout to lose your spot on the jet Its the things that you do I know, weve gone too far, yeah When I think about the things that we do And you know youve gone too far, baby On and on, Im stuck On and on, Im stuck On and on, Im stuck On and on, Im stuck On and on, Im stuck On and on On and on On and on Its the things that you do Its the things that we Its the things that we do, oh Its the things that you do

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop Pissin on the demons of the Earth What’s it really worth? Shit, now its fuckin pourin Wanted to go skate, cant, now my day is borin, damn Snorin in the bed with blankets cause my head spin Probably cause I popped a couple purple Excedrins Its a rainy day, so Ill skip the Led Zeppelin And play some Sade Love Deluxe through my headset On my way home I punched a bitch for an umbrella Why? Cause I really didn’t wanna get my shit wet Run through the puddles, playin in the mud Fun, sucks that Im too tall for the tub Or I would get my toys and make a lotta noise While my mom is in the kitchen cookin up a meal Fire place is startin up, dick is barely warmin up Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate I can smell it when I go outside Then it just pours It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet Thats what rains for All the kids see rain and scream No, no Run off the bus and they will just stay in Me I love how rain fills the potholes Me and my sailboat, thats what we played in Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes Did it go or did somethin shade it? The sun gives light cause it is the window The rain gives life cause it is amazin Lightning is striking, water hittin on my window like Ike I am not Tina, buddy, do not give my window pain Lights bulbs when wearin that wig, flyin kites Heres an idea, why dont I go hiking On a fuckin mountain where the water fountains icing Stand there in a tank top prop thats from Baywatch And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream Get sick and then I wont have to Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after Sit in bed, write a bunch of raps up And I wont be lyin when I say I’m a sick rapper I might fail so I wont bother The sun is playin hide and seek like my fuckin father The only difference is it comes back, full effect In the summer heats up, the thermometers erected The inside of clouds Thats the window into the sky Proves theres life

Tall skinny flaco, thats for my nigga Paco I enchilada bitches and Im eating up they taco Eat me, beat me like Chris did Rhi-Rhi F U, OF to the muthafucking D-E-A-T HD-Ice cream is tasty The paley pink pussy on these white bitches is pasty Herpes, I probably got, sickness its probably snot Dripping and you being iller than me, probably not Im snorting lines of cokey, I do the hokey pokey Dumber than corny jokester, horny hoes wanna poke me Im dope you wanna smoke me, you dont know the effects Of an asshole perspective, fuck respect I think my asthma flaring, but Sarah wasnt caring She left, so I beat my fucking meat just like abusive parents Hot like Fahrenheit, Im tight just like virgin twat Fucking awesome that I am but a lot of swag that Im not Ace the Creator, chronic masturbator Im sipping on some, pissing on some, kissing on some bitch That I just met and Imma fuck her, cause she wet I use no rubber and I make it stretch like Flubber, what you thought Im not under-covers just like the cosby sheet on my cock like police be Yall niggas see me, AC, OF,fuck it Macaroni, Im horny, these bitches on me like herpes These bitches coughing Ill eat they coochie, Im burping like Burpie These niggas looking at me like Im Ernie, but Im more Berthy Shit that Im rocking it ticking and tocking No watch and no chain, I do not make it rain, I bring the drought Cause its money Im without, the shoes is fucking beat up The dirties fucking heat up, them nolly treasures see us The fuck you buster skate video coming, two-thousand and nine We fine, we flying high, in the sky Naw we flying in Ocean, the potion, I got the motion like Piano keys got these bitches on they knees Begging please like uno, dos, tres, three Mexican bitches they love the cock like they love the cheese From overseas back to Africa-ca, I slappy ya Like a kung-fu movie actor, get my fist and we attacking yall Yall, naw, nigga no skinny jeans over here Yall niggas is queer, jerking with other niggas Working with them other niggas, broke as fuck Not counting figures but guess what, Im happy with life Me and niggas ballin we broke though, we got yo ho though Yellow t-shirts, like egg yolk though Fucking clean, you know the hat it stay Supreme The fucking closet full of Freshjive, Bape and Ice Cream Half of it no charge, half it no barge Half of it discount, half of it at bargain Niggas is looking at us wishing they charge, like a charge car But they cant cause this my credit card Yall niggas got blue shit, yall not using them black cards All yall niggas front when in ya heels While all yall acting harder than dicks when they see a...bitch Jasper what up nigga Introducing, the shortest, oldest nigga I know, Jasper the Dolphin Still 17...??? Yo, I dont know how to rap but, fuck it, its time to do some new shit in my life Box, crip Im in Ladera cripping, Ive got that box

Hey guys Im Peter Rosenberg, super-underground You know me, uh, you see my laptop, yeah, I mean Apple is pretty mainstream but I have underground stickers So it levels out.. Yall niggas got it twisted, we aint the Misfits We the sick shit, make the competition slit wrists Bodybag, beats get rapped like its Christmas Popping tags, I stay in Dior cause Im Christian Nigga listen: I been killing shit since I was the Age of the face that R. Kelly pissed in In the booth, Im brawling to be like the Pistons Only smoke flight, you cant hit if you aint pitched in! And bitch stop talking, let the marijuana sink in And when that chauffeur roll up, you better get in You and your 6 friends, even your big friend Got a gang of wolves that slay hoes like henchmen O.F. kill someone, yeah nigga we shipped it Local ass nigga, we overseas on you dipshits Walking flex tweet, motherfucker take a Twitpic Kidnapped the game and it wont quit bitching Duct tape, bow knife, now I’m breaking in homes And now I’m in the closet with Kelly, we’re watching The Throne And till I get that mothafucka Ill be watching ya home And gonna tryna go harder than me hiding a boner With lights on it, see I was the loner Now I got a bunch of fucking Lindsay Lohans That don’t even know me, tryna get me that old hand Job, fuck that ho blow me The G.I. Joe of O.F. is slowly Solely running shit his toes is swollen Goblin left the bridge, no more patrolling Stick my finger in any hole I can find, fuck bowling I’m making that bread, jabronni, and the green shit that’s growing is stuck My Bank account is molding Me and Wanda Sykes was holding hands till I eat her cooter Like a fresh bowl of Ravioli, Chef Boyar-T On tour, had to make a couple pit stops Ended at this fucking hipster club called the Pin Drop Where they said they hated on me and Odd Future kids And how much they really love underground hip-hop We don’t give a fuck like a virginized dick cock After being tickled by a couple Eddie Bishops Young niggas OF, got this Come to my show and see niggers in the moshpit Cat on my cotton, zebra print 5 panel from Jebbia Now I’m flyer than an ostrich VMA nom, yes! Video my set Harder than Nakel not nolling a nine set Thrasher, billboard, cover of them issues Boy flow colder than OShay stuck in an igloo Imma fuck the game till my herpes-covered dicks bruised

And I present to you To you all The Odd Future compilation The fuck? Give it up Starring Casey V, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, Super 3, and Tyler, the Creator Give it up! Give it up for ‘em! Will yall shut the fuck up? Damn, I’m here Alright, let me configure this Get this ready Alright, let’s go Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine And of course, his Hunger Force is Aqua Teen by all means Fuck a deal, signature is legible Im the reason why niggas is heatin up they vegetables From being bullied in the sixth, to being dissed by any bitch That can breath, please throw me in a ditch And I hope I sell a copy of this disk Fuck Hope, I am one short, a miracle of wish Whether you nigga or ese, the magazine is great Because the articles an essay Half you dumb niggas cant even write an essay Cause all of yall some stupid asses, S.A You motherfuckers in denial Im the square just like the tile, right down the fucking isle Music was my only friend, ever since I was a child I make niggas frown, just to give myself a smile Mother was my father, the nigga didnt bother To send a kid a dollar, my only role model was Niggas that record and that could play keyboards And wild piano chords make me happy Dr. Suess more important than Jesus Yall immigrants to depression, nigga give me a visa We sick, the same lames that sneeze us Made us turn to Jazz now, because the black kids would tease us I need a fucking chain, I need to make it rain I need some fucking rims, a car that I can rent A verse about swag, jeans sagging off my ass No I dont, fuck that, I am not a fucking fag I rhyme and Im still scared of guns In the marching band but I bang my own drums and Sing my own song, all of my wrongs are right Never got into a fight, hit me Bass, drum, snare, let it go Disappear like good music in the past year And everybody do the same thing, I hear the same shit All the time, like the radio is queer This isnt a mixtape, its more of ear rape By kids who think you other niggas suck Its very offensive, you niggas defensive If you cant take the heat then get the fuck out the kitchen, listen Tyler the Creator, Hodgy Beats, Super 3, Casey V, Left Brain Enjoy the show, good night, thank you, and fuck you

Im rolling through Ladera in a Bimmer looking cleaner Drinking on a blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita My passenger seat is occupied by señorita And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her I dont really need her, Im just tryna treat her real nice And later on, up in the night, I could go eat her And make a lie about the gonorrhea So she dont feel guilty about me wanting to leave her That FUCK on my t-shirt print is cheetah And I got that 87 bunny flow, like an Easter Basket, you faggots is plastic, like nerds with old glasses But Im still liable to get my ass kicked Kinda sorta active, a Baby Milo addict in the attic Where you losers cant get me Nikon and the Canon, they were never the same And please do not take a picture, I cant be seen with you lames Man, yall some muthafuckin lames Man, yall some muthafuckin lames Dont lie to yourself, yall some lames Man, yall some l— fuckin lames The Canon dont flash, yall some lames I cannot be seen with you lames You mothafuckas is— lames Ahem Tyler, the Creator Ugh Cant stop, fall, flashing, like a cop car Me and— , no Rockwell, Im a rock star Fuck yall, the O.F. is banging on em Custom crewnecks rolling round with Ronald Regan on em Yall drug dealers, I Carl Sagan on em Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got pianos waiting on em My shirt is yellow, but the grill is gold I couldnt take the Rit-lin cause my therapist said the pill is old I cant stay lost control I dont have sense, sorry, I sold my soul For some gold Bapes; low-price, stale rate Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our statistics Stay with authentics, check my steelo Cause my mobs goodie like we Cee-Lo, and he know I am, yes, and even she know Every instrument is a gram, kilo O.F.M. Bangin on your F.M. Ace the Creator

Fuckin put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and shit, uh Just took ten shots and I aint pass out Spent a hundred grand and I aint cash out If you smoking OG, bring the grass out These niggas filled up, bring the gas out Talkin bout some shit that you know you stole I have my fuckin way with this game, no remote control Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol How the fuck you sposed to win, you dont know how to ball Turnt up but still smoking Tryna drive but my eyes barely open See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up In my condo smoking out watching True Blood Tryna take Taco to the strip club Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh Tryna take Domo to the weed spot True pothead so I need pot Go, Im so fuckin loaded Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches Tell em Go, faded and Im floatin I hope your lungs is open All the bitches, tell em, go Now I been around the world before But I never thought itd be this way And I smoked up all this weed before But I never thought itd feel this way And all the bitches be like, Yeah Celebration shots got me really faded Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch lets fucking tape it I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence Suck a dick, hater while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower Five star general, the Odd Future Im Eisenhower Said I couldnt make it, I show you niggas to fight the power Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new scabs Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, open two tabs Stumbling out with six models, my nigga order two cabs We aint worried bout rivals, them niggas too trash Fuck what niggas think, Im the illest one in the new class And I dont give a fuck what niggas aint fuckin with OFWG run with the team or suck a dick Go, Im so fuckin loaded Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches Tell em Go, faded and Im floatin I hope your lungs is open All the bitches, tell em, go Now I been around the world before But I never thought itd be this way And I smoked up all this weed before But I never thought itd feel this way And all the bitches be like, Yeah Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch it Thats that church tambourine shit My grandma used to play that Nigga Golf Wang Yessir I got old money, I got new money Put em together, I got huge money Bank teller call my phone, she tell me Im putting on Twenty years of success, lets toast to the best Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest Fuck bitches, get ends Drink gin, fuck their friends Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz I stay sipping codeine Blue dream Im rolling up Looking for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces My plug on call coming straight up out the basement All I know is money, it dont look like you One shot from the chopper make you look like two Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Girl, I know you wanna Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me Stop playing around now You old as fuck Now let me eat you You finished with your bath Its time to feed you Youre a GILF A granny Id like to fuck, ooh Come use my cane I got some soup Now come and drink it up Doo-doo in that diaper Girl you stink it up Hit it from the back I lift them wrinkles up Dont make me soft Our age difference A big deal, but if You let me eat your ass Then you can suck my dick Stop playing girl And come here cause Im already hard Girl, I know you wanna Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me Stop playing around now Im hungry Now Im lonely I need your pussy Dont keep me starving Im hungry Now Im lonely I need your pussy Dont keep me starving, bitch

Yall niggas got problems; what the fuck I got? Burners What the fuck you saying to a real-ass nigga Come through the streets, I got my car on ice skates What the fuck you saying to me dog, Im mean Off top, came in, hit him in the spleen Got a problem with it, chain all clean Bitches on site, bitch I dont write Off top, let these niggas know some dog The AK-47 leave a nigga holey Red sauce on his shirt, bowl of ravioli Im making that cheese, bowl of macaroni Im a make you my new tenderoni Creep into your crib, Ill kill your daughter and your son Then Ill hit you up with a fucking water gun With the Odd Future water gun, its on the shirt Ill put you on the shirt, nigga, in the dirt I aint ready to lead the rap Hold up, nigga Bring it back Niggas think the AK shit dont split I dont give a fuck; I fucked my bitch In her pussy, what the fuck you looking at Got a problem nigga, I could show you where we cooking at Real nigga off top with the spit Im a rob til I switch to my man Dom Gen You already know Young Doms pop the heater Come and slam a bitch like a WWE diva I go H.A.M. on the track, tote the mac Any nigga talk shit, Im a smack him with the strap I been had bitches, been had money Been had True Religions nigga, aint a thing funny So racked up, I could buy the mall Come through shopping Mr. Big and Mr. Tall Yellow diamonds on my neck like a taxicab Bop, bop, bleed like a Maxipad Real nigga off the top with it Come through, my diamonds look like Clicquot in the spot, nigga Off top with the spit, bitch Im in the lobby, what is it? Piff lit Real nigga off top, rich, bitch Burner in the back, smack him in his dick I be on the block, I be selling crack I got that spicy-ass money, call it pepper jack You know Doms is riding with the heater I come through Im getting this green like a rake Im sneaky like a snake Im a hit a lick Im a hit a lick on your bitch tonight, nigga If she dont act right, nigga, Im a Hit a lick on that bitch tonight Nigga, if she dont act right tonight, Im a hit Be the witness, my nigga, I sell dope I got fresh work, it came off the sailboat Bitch ass niggas Im so icy that I need four wrists Thirty bitches and my wolves in the forest Im big shit, youre poo little Talking to your bitch, Im Dr. Dolittle

Yeah bitch Wolf Gang, Sweatshirt, ho 94 black music, beat a preachers ass to it Honor class crack movement, you faggots is ass chewin New black Rasputin get these hoes loose As your back tooth with a Kimbo jab to it Fuck yall, they cant handle the fact That I am not yet a man, Im manhandlin tracks Tell these fags that the lip chapped champions back Wolf cack is up the ass of the tabbiest cat My hands on my sock, Im Pop, Crackle and Snap Get it poppin off, pop a couple Xan in some class Smoke a little hash with my favorite janitors ass And beat my teacher til she gives my fuckin mannequins back, bitch Pigeon bloodll leave the stool wall shitted up Shit talk, Myrtle fuck, get your little sister fucked Shit, Ill hit stripper up to go and pick a different slut To stick inside them fuckin pots where we brew them bitches up Rippin writtens while my nigga Hodgy splittin blunts Eyes hazy with my middle finger up a strippers cunt Lights down, lit her up, sherm in my sippy cup Ice pickin cripples til I get my Tommy Pickle rub Catch me poppin pimples, tellin bitches triple 6 is us Stabbin em with pencils in their temples til my dick erupts Its really fuckin simple, slut, Wolf Gang, get with us Either that or grab a full fist of nuts and lick em up Turn it up, fisticuffs, givin bitches dick to suck Let em drink the cum out a mothafuckin paper cup Whores wider than the horse that Im sniffin up Leave now if you aint tryna get them titties touched We the best and Im provin it Competition missin like the braids of fuckin Ludacris Mop duplicates, get socked in the uterus For steppin in the section of them Odd Future hooligans Psych, Ill take your uterine, hula hoop with it Backslap her with a tube of lubricant Tape it and take it to Aces so we can do this shit Carjack her parents coupe and take a cruise in it , Youtube the shit Cut the bullshit what you forgot, Now youre pouting cause Im playin your pussy like its a tuba, bitch Too foul, loose bowels, get used to it So point me to the nearest booth so I can poop in it

Hahahahaha Super 3, O.F. Yes Um... Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes Hodgy Beats—where he? Looking for a large payroll Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos Im tryna stack chips, nigga, peelin my potatoes If Im not the biggest boss that youve see thus far Take a look at the exquisite luxury cars Big ponts being stuck into a Cuban cigar Promethazine on the leaf only to get bizarre We dont go to the club nigga, we post at the bar Have conversation with girls that dont know who we are With diamonds in our ears, looking like cube stars I live a Matrix life and we cruise hard And I swear Im a fiend, dope fiend, Im an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it And I swear Im a fiend, dope fiend, Im an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum And all the little females like, Yummy yum Now, ugly girls get out, the light skinned girls about Without a doubt, you niggas dont amount to shit No need to count Now, bring the ruler out like Rick the Ruler, paid in full Im cooler than your cooler Got these hoes, now, wheres my garden tool? Fuck em all, all them fuck with the Future Out back with Thrash Hard, backyard beach cruiser, look You niggas cant contain the thoughts thats flowing in my brain It synthesizes schizo neutron from steering paper planes And the white girls love me, and the haters shove me And push me until I beat the pussy up like it was ugly And thats without the loot, niggas take the time to tune The diamond dollars, bitch, Im complex like Einsteins Rubiks Cube Look, Im the truth, now stop daring me Niggas kill yourself and decide to go back to therapy And my right is right, my right is left, my left is wrong Now, bitches throw your fucking bras off while I be writing songs And I swear Im a fiend, dope fiend, Im an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it And I swear Im a fiend, dope fiend, Im an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum And all the little females like, Yummy yum Gimme a couple commas while I abbreviate The war between the pen and paper, I alleviate Alexander is Hodgy, cause I can be the Great As long as I have a hundred mil and the cheesesteak In a big briefcase like I won a sweepstakes Odd Future got money out the ass for Gs sakes I feel like I can fly without wings on my back This is crack with me, but this crack aint wack I got niggas hooked, yeah, the stadium packed And I flip that like a gymnasium mat Its grind time, and Im making it stretch Why get less for more when you can get more for less? Pure for less, down Five three 18 thousand impress—in If you comprehend what I recommend Press send if you comprehend what I recommend Odd Future And I swear Im a fiend, dope fiend, Im an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it And I swear Im a fiend, dope fiend, Im an addict Crack music going hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum And all the little females like, Yummy yum

Live from the city of jealous niggas and bourgie-ass bitches Where you aint gettin love less you swimmin that riches Check who weather the heat and still standin in the kitchen Caught all attention, just consider this my premonition Back when niggas was stunting, I would just stand there and listen Made a switch in my position, now look who you fend to mention Approach with such a position, just lookin like lounge mode Put yourself in my shoes and you get room like clown toes Since I been winnin its been daps and pounds, yo And everybody wanna come creepin around so I play it like a veteran, stayin in my element Haters are irrelevant, Im better than Ive ever been Wolf Gang in every fuckin facet that I represent Loiter at the door to success until they let us in Bitch, Im in the booth mixin up the medicine Make a mess of the track, send litter life lettermans If I left, then Im back, but I dont think that I ever did Was on the road, doin shows, I was gettin gella grip Pimp hand strong on these hoes, I aint never slipped I be out in every fuckin city that you never in Holdin mine down, I wont be back until Im very rich Im from the city of niggas that get grizz-ills and bitties With really shitty cosmetically hit titties Its, dope is what I been spark, second then my pen start Bringin back that crack shit like Amy Wines skidmarks Now sit it in a pamper, Yonk went viral Price up a Preme camper, now I got a buncha White bitches, tour bus lookin like a fuckin hamper Dick went postal now my passport is stamped up See if white kids in fuckin Europe understand him Radicals the anthem, turn the fuckin amps up Hot shit, its mosh pits, stage dive, crowd surf Lookin like Im throwin fuckin tantrums Thanks to label crackers now Im ballin like its cancer Cause being broke is uncool, buddy, get your aunt fucked, Golf Wang Yeah, right Shit dropped, I bought a house that night While you was at home leavin comments tryna pay ya bill I was on tour makin some grands, findin time to kill Wakin up in different countries sayin Yo, this is real? Yes it is, awesome, got another fuckin check again Crossin that mainstream border man I am such a Mexican Now my exes be textin me up to give me neck again But Im too fuckin busy with the rap game, pregnant Evident, that I need my muthafuckin medicine But I dont spend all my fuckin money on a therapist Ever since, my fuckin.. I dont wanna talk about it No, leave me alone, I dont wanna talk about it, its too personal

I push the 8 ball right across the pool table Not basketball but im saying my game could fool April Its such a marvelous day and niggas still will hate you Plant a tree water the surroundings than wait to peel a grapefruit Success is my escape route drive it like a grey coupe License invalid, Im headed to my palace Im a cowboy bitch Im rowdy, music playing loudly Im fresh in my attire you boys just in the choir Im rolling sober take your king out of cobra No venom in em, open my hand of women Im about the benjaminem, fucking off as I spend it In foreign countries comfy and fucking distant Gold bitches wash my dick and clean the kitchen Tatted with golf wang cats and stencils scripted where they dippin If it aint about a waffle then we dippin Bitch im too wide expedition pay attention before you miss it nigga listen I got your back like a spinal tap Yoga mats runnin out of bubbles soda flat Nigga hulk attack green snaps from dojer raps My wolves lurk where logan at Wolf gang musical chairs I fuckin fold you back Rollin up weed and im dabbin the wax You stick to the script ho I get to the facts Rippin through tracks like a train conducter Im giving them tasks, Im the instructor Roofs on fire like DJ Khaled tour bus Smokin on weed bitch Im high as a kite Breakin down more finna hop on this flight Born a real nigga real nigga for life Dont believe in the hype baby this mellowhype Smoke good for the night so Im good for the night Im taking it back to the house going to the hood for the night Bats on heels nigga straps gon kill The cab no wheels jack told Jill I dont like kinds and icons who pipe dimes and so on Let by gones be by gones and tai quan do on Where I stand still fucking awesome I am Need chains with more rocks then rocks and sand in iran I saute the chef and if its Odd you want to test It will be one big room full of triple 6 reppers Always say that Im lo key with my moves Cause Im a ninja I dont like niggas to see what I do And my focus was on saving grace Till I got that late call that wolf killed ace Heard he sprayed up the place Well Im the Midnight Marauder that makes twilight music And fans think that Im more awkward then Kristen Stewart Couldnt do it without the losers that thought I wouldnt do it No sympathy for the ones that never stuck to it Attack em, rack em, wrap em in the back of a Buick Wonder how my day goes it aint nothing but music And wonder how I spend my evenings and my kind of night would be See my kind of night would be nylon rope duct tape Me and Ameriie

I am sinful sentiment Criminal Demon sent The fuck your rumor lifestyle What is your profile? Bet it aint zero to one eighty in two point five Im in a five point five With my three five seven Five bitches in the back listen to my voice like reverend I drop them off in a parking lot They run to their civic chevron More meddling to the peddling Going home to her hesband Nigga I break your Mac-zilla to the max-i-mum Blondy va-cuums cum, sucks like drac-u-la Dirt De vil Cruella, white chocolate vanilla Polka dotted spotted wallet interior croc-a-della Im cultivated face it smiles motivated braces Start with your clothes and make up Lashes rings and bracelets Our strippers so naked American Apparel spandex Blows like a air conditioner Ill make her a fan next O.F. shows six tickets to row six She catch six I throw six She stretch dicks aerobics a blow fish I know this, this ho-bitch I sold tits to old rich motherfucks who she gold-digs Guns n Roses! Fucking Posers! Nigga keep spittin that snotty noses Keep preaching that hocus pocus I keep three sixes cause the shit is bogus Boloney, malarkey, hutch and starsky Shit is gettin fishy wit a box of sardines Now I gotta eat them like shark and the shit is Getting harder than a concretes dick O.F. Sergent Cleaner than a virgin tryin to fuck de-tar-gent Thats a bargain Wolf gang wolf gang cats is barking Try calling the bounce Nigga guns is sparking! Light is darkened end is starting The car of giving a fuck is parking Feel that heart beat n get that car key And drive the motherfucker into that anarchy!! Start that car Drive to nowhere and nowheres far And when you get there say hi to the dead kids walking GO! Hodgy: Tyler nigga you driving kinda fast nigga Tyler: I know laughs Hodgy: Yo, I dare you to drive a little faster Tyler: laughs Hodgy: I dare you to drive a little faster Tyler: Ima do it Hodgy: O shit! Ey man look at that anarchy Tyler: Where Hodgy: Nigga I dare you to fucking drive into that shit. I fucking dare you! Tyler: hmmmm Hodgy: Nigga you not gonna do it. I FUCKING DARE YOU!!! car drives and turns around Tyler: uhhh laughs car parks Tyler: ummm alright GO!! car takes off

Prometh flow for the slow sippers And if you on your paper chasing, I’ma roll with ya About an onion, it odors a bag of Funyuns Bitches packaging dozens, fuck ‘em until they malfunction I laugh my ass off, taking shots like a gunman I don’t hunt game, motherfucker, I hunt men Take ‘em to the back of my pick-up truck to rot them Kill a fuckin’ superhero, I watch the Watchmen I’m a super-negro, my watch the rocks in My Glock that’s cocked, loaded, and ready to lock in Who’s sending niggas to the dirt? Ostriches Captain holding them captive fucking hostages Create carnage from cartridges, eating the heart of pigs To murder, homicide’s a part to live with that Grab your Teflon, ammunition, and your gat Unless you wanna get shitted on like porn scat Oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada Guns drawn, niggas scream opera 38 snub or the chopper Middle finger goes to the coppers You better hope the Lord is your doctor Like, oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada Guns drawn, niggas scream, opera 38 snub or the chopper Middle finger goes to the coppers You better hope the Lord is your doctor Like, oooh Hey Hodgy, hey Tyler, don’t mind us (We kill ‘em all, 50 shots, fuck kindness In all black Versace dressed in the finest) We sell it all, even the drugs are designers Gangsta bitches, Red Monkeys for the ecstasy (Fuck it, take ‘em all, overdose the recipe Let them hoes show they true colors-) crew lovers Passed around like a cold Two brothers, add two others just the news of it Make the net crash, the ultimate “Who done it?” (And who knew Sarah Palin with the sniff type daughter knocked up But she was knocking down Glen Rice) Been nice since the Wolf Gang was baby pups Add two dope boys known for taping up Oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada Guns drawn, niggas scream opera 38 snub or the chopper Middle finger goes to the coppers You better hope the Lord is your doctor Like, oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada Guns drawn, niggas scream, opera 38 snub or the chopper Middle finger goes to the coppers You better hope the Lord is your doctor Like, oooh Spit bars, this hard, teen sixteen bars I’m fucking the game when its vagina got my dick scarred Um, sure it’s ‘Preme button up floral Stack of money, dark shades, looking like a fucking tourist Or it’s the Tourettes that my fucking neck have I’m like a average nigga in the 20’s of the 18’s And I’m not even 20, dropped a classic at my 18 A crazy motherfucker, maybe I should be my stepdad The wolves finally reconcile At Interscope office with a bunch of fucking pedophiles While mouth watering, this shit is sick and fucking vile Trying to fuck my destiny, they couldn’t find another child

Its gettin cold, chocolate Too warm, chocolate Its too hot , chocolate Leche for my damn self Hot chocolate You can use water Hot chocolate I prefer milk if its 2% Marshmallows on top and some extra whip You can even use cinnamon, cinnamon on top Hot chocolate By the fire, I sip hot cocoa tonight It makes me feel all right Its Christmas time Jigsaw puzzle with my buddies Tonight is our big night Its Christmas time It gets cold in the winter, cold in the wintertime Cold thats my favorite, cold thats my favorite time It gets cold in the winter, cold in the wintertime

Do you mind if I try come apologize to you? Cause I said some things that I realized wasnt true And Im sorry for it Im emotional This is your fault Please listen when I say I care about you And Id die for you I take the blame Just hear me when I say I was in the moment I aint really mean what I said to you So, put away your pride, baby We can work it out if you want this, too You dont have to talk at me, you could talk to me I can hear very well You can gеt your thoughts and your point across to me And therеs no need to yell I know its somethin Thats under your skin It feels like I cant win, baby And Im sorry for it Im emotional This is your fault Please listen when I say I care about you And Ill die for you I take the blame Just hear me when I say I was in the moment I aint really mean what I said to you So, put away your pride, baby We can work it out if you want this, too If I can stay, Ill be alright, baby If I should leave, Ill be alright, baby But if I could stay, Id stay with you, you, you, you, you Yo, darlin, what you sayin? You be playin round, sayin you aint mean it, thats a fib Cause if you didnt mean it, you would never pull it out your bag of shit to hit me with You be OD in your feelings, throw em at me I dont catch all em, I just let em fall like the third quarter Just admit to me that youre sorry I was in the moment I aint really mean what I said to you So, put away your pride, baby We can work it out if you want me to If I can stay Ill be alright, baby If I should leave Ill be alright, baby But if I could stay Id stay with you, you , you You Im sorry Im sorry Im sorry Im sorry

Stitch and Ohana Ohana mean family Stitch in the place to be Lilo, Lilo dont put it there Lilo dont put it there No lilo. Ah! Ah! Turn me up, Stitch Stitch, you know how I be Everytime I mess with Lilo it burn when I pee Lilo gave me HIV, AIDS, Syphilis and Herpes on my dick Lilo, why you rapin me? No. Oh, oh oh Can Stitch stay here with my family?

808 Mafia Middle fingers up Flocka Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad That nigga muggin like he hard or somethin Like he want his ex be like my broad or somethin, squad They say Im rappin like Im bout that I told em come and try nigga if they doubt that That fugazi ass chingy, he aint pop that Thuggin like the 96 Pac back Aint no one-on-ones, if it was we should jump that BSM shawty, we kill all rats Brrrat, ll these niggas asscheek If you ask me, these niggas lamb meat Feed em to the wolves then Catch me by myself nigga, bet Im still dumpin Squad, squad, Flocka Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad Umm hey fella, how you doin? Well Im doin bad and I hope your days ruined When youre on stage Im the one thats booing Cause I hate your guts, haha Ill be in the bushes lurkin While you live life so goddamn perfect Cause my life sucks, and it serves no purpose Im gonna fuck yours up to make shit worth it Faggot, why the fuck do you have it Why the fuck dont I got it, and any way I can stop it, is perfect Fuck your moms, dead homies, the bitch you sleep with Fuck your food, the protein in it, that fork you eat with Ill have your wife beat dick, get pregnant And then make you think that its yours Now thats the real definition of sneak diss Im Silky Johnsons left hand, coming like the next trend Sucks cause Im your best friend, nigga Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad Time is money, you can die today or tomorrow Niggas trippin like they forgot how much a body costs Im in the hood, nobody caught All the chains lookin like its fuckin Mardi Gras My top down, seat way back Disrespect the squad, get your face cracked DT youngins claiming bodies for your state tax Call the clean-up crew, no Ajax When Im wrong, Im still right, who gon say somethin? All that flexin like my youngins wont take somethin DGBSM, we gon shake somethin Potato on the barrel, watch me bake somethin Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, fuck your life Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Fuck your car nigga, fuck your clique Yeah Im a hater, fuck your wrist Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your car Yeah Im a hater, nigga fuck your money Nigga fuck your life, fuck your clique, squad

Maybe its all this smoke in me thats loking me got me thinking Ocean deep Always want it close to me, Im drifting in this potency If you niggas cool, then aint no one in here as cold as me Domo Genesis, Hodgy Beats and Mike fucking G Appropriately fucking beats, MP3s all in my sheets Busting on the bitches wipe me down and put it on repeat Hot shit like Mexicans sitting on toilet seats And Imma keep it G cause that is all I had a choice to be Fuck lovers, play fight with rubbers Wolf Gang I hunt her, then feed it to my brothers Eat big for supper, scrape plates of butter All to keep that green bouncinh in like Flubber Sweet shit, we spit, these is, Reeses Pieces, sweet hit, we shit these bricks We disrespect, fuck a beat, Imma be sick, Domo G shit, fuck with me Im drunk, rolling through the interstate Peddle to the metal on these bitches while they niggas hate Im buzzing, this is how it goes in my life Ive been on these niggas hoes while you masturbate Im tipsy, wild as I want to be About thirty feet deep daring any nigga to fuck with me Im fucked up, drinking of this beer all I swear, last year they aint know about Domo, bro Now they all lined up for the Domo show I dont need much give me beats and an ounce of dro My main bitch, we just sit and watch the dollars grow Like a hate plantation, and I just been waiting For my season and watch them crops start flaking If Im awake then more than likely I am baking Watch the world fall into my hands, Im patient I just got a dollar and a dream I mean a wallet full of green and a pocket full of steam And I been on the scene with the hardest of the teams Me and my goals, aint no stopping in between I gotta keep it clean, Im fly by any means High in the air on a rocket, Yao Ming Middle finger up, fuck what yall think Middle finger up, fuck what yall think Im drunk, rolling through the interstate Peddle to the metal on these bitches while they niggas hate Im buzzing, this is how it goes in my life Ive been on these niggas hoes while you masturbate Im tipsy, wild as I want to be About thirty feet deep daring any nigga to fuck with me Im fucked up, drinking of this beer all See we beyond def, so for respect O.F. will never need a pass Far from the average, that the most will prolly see me as Im elevated, these niggas dont want to step up I spit bullets see thats a real audio tech, huh? But I aint aiming, dont let it hit you And have me looking for a place to put the bodies when Im through He bluffing, I might shoot, fuck it, Im like you Cause then again gun aint the weapon I might choose Im a regulator, a hater decapitator Just after sunset its murder on an elavator So, be scared when you see them wolves mobbing After all you prima donnas like Hoskins Tromping, no lust, I give no warnings Still ill, will, kill, Im stomping Hot boxes dont stop my nigga I gotta fight on Rasta Mike G, Im a lion, right on I dont know bout what you heard about cash, but My niggas get money, nigga get money I dont know bout what you heard about ass, but Domo Genesis got them honies, we got them honies They up in the jeep smoking hydro Im like crazy bitch, she like I know Yeah, homie we gon ride slow Odd Future, I shoot ya, die slow

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah Dont wanna have to chase you down bout them stack Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back Ayo, Converse selling out they got their thumbs tied Re-up on my deal, lets make it 1-5 And I aint talking point, that gorilla if I point He gon get you, thats the point no lie Hit the gas and we outta there Like its mountain wear, lately, Ive been dolo in this bitch Shoutout Solo, thats big sis, shoutout Frankie, thats big bro Ya lil homie running shit, no question Casio the mothafuckin watch 800 in a day, my boy, thats just one drop Invest in stocks, thats the other plan Two-story bed, I hit the running man Baby boy, no photo, long sleeve, my polo Casio, no Rolo, Parmesan, my bolo VVS my necky, necky heavy flooded We done broke them levees, anything for Fetti But dont let it get to you, these niggas tripping They shoe in the gutter, they gonna ruin their future shit that They doing like, flexin on the Gram about a bank deposit Yeah, that shit addicting, shit is hypnotizing Claiming that you rich, like, bitch we know you lying What yo backyard look like? What your mama driving? Mane, call me flame, Im lighting niggas Im an animal, fuck is tame? Young wild nigga, its the WANG G boy, jeez boy, he that boy, boy, you a decoy Fuckboy, heard you want beef, bitch, you eat soy Us and them and we aint got time, bitch, Im Pink Floyd, yuh Sapphires gelatin, niggas is repetitive AmEx cause my pockets is what I cant fit my cheddar in Sleeping on me, sedative, who these niggas better than? Is the answer me? Hmm? Uh, no, negative, yuh Ounces in my mothafuckin pantry Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin, yeah Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, cant miss a beat, yeah Ima get some Cho-Cho, one thing bout me, yeah Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that I could put you front line, just bring it back

Shit, yeah, I mean Shit, I mean It aint that bad Why you scared of this shit? My nigga, you aint that rare You just a beat they gon flip My nigga, get off of your knees Its trash, aint it lit You put me up on a cross and I dont want a part of it all Sorry, darlin, dearly departed the bells They ring Ding, ding, damn, my flex is gettin to me Shit, but maybe its the, uh, frequencies Cause my speakers aint set up the, uh, correct way Correct me, affect me Change me, baby, you bless me, caress me Take me, shake me, thank you, you know me a lot Fuck me or not Yeah, do you fuck with me or not? Do you fuck with me or not? Do you fuck with me or not? Cause I fuck the beat a lot Shit Yo, fuck we on? Come to my house when the sun is gone If its too late, you can bring your mom That make three of us, triathlon Take that off, make the hamper warm I make you wet like a sweatin palm You get me up like cholesterol Stroke my lips and we connect like zip I may not last too long, I may not go too quick You tell me what you like, Ill show what I might not can or cannot do Here, so why not try somethin new? Knew that at some point Id be nude In your presence, since I met you We gon see, see, see the sunlight And please dont leave, I cant go outside (Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh) I said, Hold on, you gon fuck me here tonight, girl I said, Hold on, you gon fuck me here tonight, girl (Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh) I said, Hold on, you gon fuck me here tonight, girl I said, Hold on, you gon fuck me here tonight, girl Twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty vision Got a nigga out here fuckin what he want But let me get the moon to come around and sound off howlin Its two of me now and I aint even stunt I aint even wanna do that right there I aint even wanna do that right there I aint even wanna do that right there Fuck it All of that pain, I cant let that shit go Hop on the plane, then I let that shit go Stuck in my head, I cant let that shit go Its a joke, unreal Faith in myself, nigga Individual Human contact dont exist Human contact is a risk Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon Full moon, full moon, full moon

After the joy, half laughter the book Of the kids favorite motherfucking chapter No need to be a actor So the fat nigga could drink my motherfucking milk I want some gold Bapes I want a prom date Sloppy ass musty bitch, thats overweight I want a new piano, record deal, new pills, therapist Im pissed Jingle balls and Im fucking Mrs. Clause Have her climbing up the wall, while he givin yall gifts He aint never gave me shit My mom bought the wrapping and the shit that influenced Me to start rapping. Its not a joke, chilling with the Polar Bear That used to work for coke, Santas sniffin coke My Santa Letter Wrote Fuck you, whiney Malcolm X movie, try me And Im stealing Harry Potters Cloak Middle East was his birthday, 25th Id rather get gifts So why the fuck would I go out my way to celebrate birthday Im selfish what the fuck I look like buying a gift Hide em, bed under the couch Rad kid done smashed they motherfucking ginger house And Jesus dont know me, he aint my homie Our friendship sits on a self Santa go and molest an elf Prancer, Jingle, Rudolf Drunk driving at night, a peppermint Smirnoff Santa little buzz, and forgot to switch gears off My childhood is here, never ever ever Smirnoff Snowman robbing little girl, boys, for toys And G.I. Joes, and here his fat ass go on my roof Like Ho Ho Christmas trees green, and this time of year clean Make me wanna go and do things Niggas in a tinsel, sleighbell blow whistle Alana, Raquel, hope yall under the missle-toe The house is decorated, and man Im frustrated Cause I didnt get shit that I really wanted New Years zoom like a mother fucking Mazda But at the end I wanna know what the fuck is Kwanzaa? (What is it? Nobody Knows...Nobody Knows Anybody?) Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays Fuck It, Im still a kid Bout to go have a snowball fight In the middle of LA Steal some Christmas trees, set em on fire Eat some gingerbread cookies Shit, I dont know Its the time to enjoy life You Know? Happy Holidays from us at Odd Future And, Fuck you. Fuck You. Fuck You

Lyrics from Vegas Listening Party Im there for the kids, Im tryin to live for them And Im tryin to change the script Sometimes, it just cant be did Im dead, lifeless, untold silence And I blame it on the system Cause it was never set up for us to win Manager, you look like you need a manager Someone that can handle ya Someone of my caliber Someone thats gon handle all your business tryna balance ya Deny, deny, yeah Deny, deny Deny, deny Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Empty, please dont tempt me They wanna end me with the same knife that they tried to hand me I cant pretend, its Dont do forgetting But youre still forgiven, oh, baby Deny, deny, yeah Deny, deny, yeah Deny, deny But if I gotta sleep alone tonight I swear that my choice wont be right I swear that my choice wont be right When Im alone I- Too many options, too many problems You wanna be my hero and try to solve them But if I gotta sleep alone tonight I promise you she just mine for the night Whos to say that the choice will be mine? Whos to say that my choice will be right? Whos to say that my choice will be right? Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight Daylight, daylight I been made by the sun in the nightness I been-I been made by the sun in the nightness In the nightness, in the-in the nightness In the nightness I been made by the sun in the nightness I been-I been made by the sun in the nightness In the nightness, in the-in the nightness In the nightness

Lyrics From Snippet Two bananas for one dollar One for sixty cent You down ten if you don’t get the two If you get the two, you save ten You do that six times you got a whole new banana just for stayin in business But what if you only want one banana? So you going to spend three bucks and thats only five bananas? Sh Is you dumb? Sh Its not even worth it dude You ain’t never gonna catch me with a bana-

Lyrics from Snippet Try to forget her now Try to forget her now Try to forget her now Try to forget her now Try to forget her now Try to for— I just hope to God you saved my number Call me when you can

Four bars, four topics Open bar, liftoff, Power 106 Your first topic, grandmas Look, fuck it, oh yeah Grandma over there, surprised she aint dead Fucking old bitch, come and give a nigga head And I open that clit and it got some spider webs Like, I dont really know, but Im tryna go Come over here and give me throat, like Oh shit your dentures just came out, dont choke Wait a minute, um Open bar, four bars, four topics Liftoff, Power 106 Jay Cruz, Justincredible Your next topic, Tyler, The Creator Pregnant girls Niggas always thought I would rap about something sterical and lyrical and just mystical But I want the pregnant bitch to have the fuckin baby and give me that umbilical cord You little whore, let me lick that shit Come over here and let me see that baby suck my, wait You thought I was gonna say dick, nigga that shit gay Cause I aint tryna go to jail today Niggas really think that they dadadada Open bar, four bars, four topics Liftoff, Jay Cruz, Justincredible Bacon is your next topic WOLF came out last year, I know you heard it Tryna get that motherfuckin pig, fuck Kermit Let me see the bacon, let me see the bacon All the fuckin cash that Im rakin Probably gotta go to Rouse And I dont really know cause I got a little nervous This is a really weird topic Four bars, four topics One more topic for Tyler, The Creator Liftoff, Power 106, Open Barm groupies Groupies, that, thats the best yall can come up with? Was groupies Alright, fucking groupie Im on the fucking bus and I just ate lunch And Im looking for a slut and Im really tryna bust a fat nut On her motherfucking forehead, but damn, my iPhone dead, shit I need a charger, fuck it Ill just go outside and charge a bitch And tell the bitch to come on the bus and suck my shit And maybe if Im a little more horny, get little drunk, I can open up her and shit probably lick her clit But shit, that probably wont happen, fuck Fuckin all this pussy off rappin, fuck Man, they think Im cool, they start to clappin, fuck it Give me a hand job, yeah, Im the man Im the motherfuckin nigga that was just on stage Bitch, open up your fucking book and let me lick that page But wait a minute, that shit clean? Let me get spray out of the bathroom Where I took a shit, took off my Fruit Of The Looms and took a doo-doo-doo Poo-poo-poo, lick on your ass and poo-poo, doo-doo You got a problem with T? Well fuckin know a couple dudes thatll get the burner and shoot-shoot And shoot-shoot if you got a problem, yeah bitch, get that Get rat, nigga get that, nigga getgat, with the liklak and a Tic-Tac Jasper rollin up a zig-zag, after you suck my dick, here, take a Tic-Tac And a fuckin double mint, bitch Im the devil men Bitch know what the fuck I meant, heard Bastard The first album, bitch, you know what the Devil meant Jk, Im Heaven sent, know God and a couple of angels Im, alright Im off of here

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash Breath fast, I aint tryna hyperventilate Forgive me Lord, it feels like I commit a sin a day Then I wait for them days to turn good again And get the cake, then Ill tell them thats the winners pay To win today would just seem like a lavish dream Know what they mean, everything aint what it seems The angels sing and I feel like thats my roll call And I came with Left Brain, thats my road dawg Switch lanes? Nah homie Im a road hog Brain to the pave look my mind on the road dawg Said Im just tryna do this quick like make haste Dont take more than I can get to prevent waste My music is like confetti rain when you win a race And youll probably lose your mind tryna save face Scarface, say I got that Montana flow They know Im tryna get that Montana dough Where we go, tell the truth I could never know Im just tryna push a Porsche, thats white like Montana snow And honestly, just for wings I would give it up So if its true 12 couldnt come fast enough And when it comes I just hope Im on my way above The say theyre heartless, but I feel them when they show me love Im sitting on this couch, wrist bloody The therapist nicknamed me Kid Cutty, I killed my fifth buddy The fourth one, I like to kick around Ride him all around, when he hits the ground The third one is mixed, white and black Minor, flat, major, act like a pitch with a flanger The second ones a stranger, but I knew her all my life Since I was born, the other half said fuck it like I was porn And the last one, hes in the mirror With a gun, wish I could see him clearer But I cant cause my eyes are red, now hes dead Aye, hold your head homie, look Imma live long through these songs As long as theyre on, Im on when Im gone Thats why I rhyme like a poet from a prior century And I dont wanna be a human, treat me like an entity I know they fiend for my 8s like Im a fucking Laker Tryna find a Secret Garden just like Tyler the Creator Damn, Im just waiting for my life to begin And I cant breath when Im high cause the airs too thin Ill let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale They know they shouldnt touch me like the third rail Shit, Im living in Hell, the devil should be scared of me Nigga ask about me, I am Mike G

Dent Jusay you wanna fly away someday? So wont you roll with me then? Dent Jusay you wanna fly away someday? So wont you roll with me then? Dent Jusay Dent Jusay Dent Jusay Dent Jusay Why you keep flexin on me Like Im just anybody The view from heres a sight to see You dont know what your missing You might lose my attention Darling our flights about to leave So you say you wanna fly? But you say no, youre scared of heights He dont keep you satisfied But Ill be here when you decide Dent jusay you wanna fly away someday So wont you roll with me then Dent jusay you wanna fly away someday So wont you roll with me then Dent jusay Dent jusay Dent jusay Dent jusay ...Sneaking it into my titties but then I dont know— Dont If one of those kind of shows where people be smoking in the crowds Dang, you know—do-dont sneak the weed into your titties bro, like well be there in a second just put it- you can smoke with us too-just put it one of our like instrument cases and youll be straight So dont leave it in the car? Cause we said we walking right now to go to the place I mean you could leave it in the car cause we dont perform until midnight so we can always go back and get it And I got a blunt now rolled up—yeah we already got a blunt anyway—yeah we got hella weed too so and you got all access so you can like some back-in the back with us Alright, we here-we just parked, we just gonna walk in Alright shawty Alright, see yall

I cant give a fuck bout what you saying, what you talking I be sparking, nigga, Im just trying to smoke my weed Watch me as Im floatin and Im fallin, never stallin, hella awesome Baby, Ima give you what you need Blowin on some gas in a Swisher with some hash in the middle Dawg, Im choking, homie, I cant breathe Got me screaming Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Keep on smoking it til my eyes bleed, until my eyes bleed Cheifin until my vision bleeds from the pot Fiend for the Mellow Team cause we the very cream of the crop Single a spot, we scheming, infrared beams for the top Give you the verbal use of drugs, people, you need it or not, or not Or what? We hot as fuck, fuck nigga, you out of luck Ive been kickin knowledge since my fuckin pockets knotted up You was still a novice when my confidence was plotted up Makin the most of what this bullshit world allotted us I carry the mic with a scary delight Death and hip-hop follow H.B. with a tracking device And bitch, I put that on everything, its golf every-wang Hit the crack pipe or find a better hang, wolves wearing fangs Niggas out here on the hunt Bitches, brunches, and blunts Fifties, hundreds and up You gonna roll it or what? Black hoodies homie, no tux Still not giving no fucks Decision making reliably, taking over society Tyler, Hodgy and Doms Niggas forgot about us Knowing we wreck shit hotter Than turtlenecks in Bahamas I fucking wear mine in August To match my long sleeve pajamas Made out of llamas and lava Cause niggas was sleeping on us With one eye open, it’s the odd futurama Mac 11, make you do the Macarena This lasagna that I’m making You ain’t eating, you just drinking orange soda Bruh i told you I’m all that The pockets is on Kenan If you dont know who we are by now Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow Never salute your captain Charlies were round town The way out this battle is if Im dead or they bow down Bow down, bow down Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow Never salute your captain Charlies were round town Pow, pow Bow down

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Teenage billionaires Hes beating records off the top the holes of money He roll rover sell base for 12 a pop Hodgy eating rapers whole, never digest Im dope Shit since they coming out of him like crack heads Like fuck I should be illegal eagles flying over state And the model bitch And the head is great The Pink stripe is for diplomatic immunity Im A-C-E-A-K to fuck up the community Niggas Stez biting like they Mike Tyson Here these queers taking credit like their Faggot card is debit fines hit me on my beepa Could be on the keys then I push it out sneaka bitch Im bunny like the Basket-baller Im the dope dealer push man in the dream state Your bitch sticks to me like purple schotch tape The Pink stripe is for diplomatic immunity Im A.C.E. aka Mr. Fuck Up the Community I dont serve much but let me take your order Guaranteed to get your chips while I gallop aforda Flip a check quick like we betting with quarters And I beat the cut like we talkin bout horfa Especially if she looks like canorfa I not saying I would never do more than ork her Im just saying I would do never divorce her But I dont know if I could afford her But J.K. cause Ima Im ballin If life was a chip then hommie Im all in Yesterdays money was talkin Yes the shit was callin Telling me to take over the world Like a young Jospeh Stallin Dirty dog records beating all the pussies Never shopping unless were talking bout diamonds and stussy Yo Im probably with your chick Playing with her cliteris Yep Her friend is coming for a lick Look Im not your father dont even bother I pulled out early

Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick I dont give a fuck I dont give a shit Ill get a bitch to suck my elbow I got a sweater and its blue I aint got one I got three I aint no gang member I aint no cuz But Im wearing all red cause im a yellow Person and only im screamin I dont bust nuts I fill your girls mouth with white stuff Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick I got friends that sell drugs Guess where we at, we at the social hall With them bitches hitting them swishas Give me them lips and we giving them hugs You already know we be all gang banging Already know that we got drugs going to the store Probably buying some pancake mix I dont even go to the store Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick Yeah, what you know about wearing a sweater That dont match what my shoes like homie I dont play that shit I got a gun Homie dont walk you better skip Fuck that trick, fuck that ho I make money, I make cheddar You know who I am, you know where I be You know plus 1 plus 2 is 4 All up in the club, now Im at the door You dont got enough so I guess you want more Ho I eat chocolate and marshmallows So thats a smore Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, fuck that bitch Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, Fuck yo mama, whoop that trick

Ridin round town same old seven stilo Nigga couldnt change you could blame it on my ego Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw Game time nigga even if get the rebound Hoes tryna figure where I be now But that love shit aint somethin I dont see now Lost, still profound, and every day it go down My niggas got a name now These other niggas lame now So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now Nigga Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse Came in killin aint even need to rehearse Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse And I aint just kill it man I put it in a hearse, Im back home, like Suck it up, cock it up Time is when the clock is up Cause you dont have to talk for us to chop it up Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm For me not to get inside your face Im the newest dermatologist Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it From teenage babes leaving dates I got to followin Swallow it, clean it off, polish it Axe you up in the back of my shack, fuck some hollow tips Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow shit The Kids used to tease now Im hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend I grab them by the pelgro throw them in the passenger To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk My only fucking way to calm down, the view of dead folk This movie fuckin sucks Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the fuck up and work magic with esophagus

Lyrics From Snippet bright lights I really wanna make it right I want you to be in my life For the time being, can we just be in love Be in love Girl, Im tired of all the about us I really wanna make it right I keep making less out of us Im running out of love for you rock hard Yeah, you dont really know how I walk For the time being, can we just be in love I know that its so hard for you to be with me, but For the time being, can we just be in love

Daddy no! Nigga know me, Im a gangsta Stab babies, Im a crip Wearin red, blue flag on my tag Wearin thongs my jeans sag Nigga, bring that mothafuckin synth in My girlfriend like white men Thats why I keep white friends Im in a Buick, my homie in a white Benz Nigga bring the high hat in Nigga bring the high hat in Nigga bring the high hat in Nigga bring it, uh We wearin Bapes on our mothafuckin toes I got Bapes for yo mothafuckin hoes Nigga, nigga sayin, Please I be eatin macaroni and cheese I put salt on mine Yall niggas wastin time Look at me got a fresh hairline Got no hair cut with no headline Nigga bring the high hat in Nigga bring the high hat in Nigga bring the high hat in Nigga bring it Uh, nigga take the high hat out Put ya dick in take the high hat out Put your hat hat all up in my damn mouth Take the high hat out now we headed down south We headed up north with them horses Eatin hay cus aint got Porsches We dont do nothin but this All up in your granny tub eatin grits In the kitchen Nigga Im crippin Dont ask me what Im doin if Im limpin That mean that cripple is simple Like this beat is simple Bitch with the weed, come over here Bitches with real hair gotta go If you aint wearin fake shit from the swap meet Bitch you aint gettin on the floor Bitch with no panties , all up in the mothafuckin club Now gimmie them diapers, you on yo period Bitch Im serious You on yo period , bitch Im serious I smell panties, my boy Ace

Yo bitch say my name Im flyer than a plane Im crazy like Maine Drip drip drip drip rain Im fucking crazy Got Pampers like a baby Niggas know me Nigga you cant touch me Bitches in my office Bitches in my office Niggas tryna off me I be drinking coffee WOOOOOOOO! Nigga Im dumb, dumb Make a motherfucka run Pack a gun, shoot a nigga, UH Baow, baow, nigga Im done Murder this shit Ima murder my dick You never heard of this shit Like you deaf or something Swag to the fifth Hotter than a volcano bitch And Im cooler than Antarctica Weed funky like I farted bruh Bitch motherfucker Bitch motherfucker Bitch

Im in your room now your screaming for help Anxiety attack so you piss on yourself And you pray to god that one of your neighbors can help you But that wont happen Im helter skelter In my lobby, they cant find me Im not a maniac, im a zombie Imma rap about some neo nazi Bitch you better call on God or Gandhi Better hope Jesus come baptize you Because Im about to come rape or sodomize you Keep doing that until I realize you Dead from the sound boom when I pound you Im a night stalker, catching bitches walking after dark in parks Hit that corner, then theyre gone They cant call for help because I took their phone Using up minutes, use them to call my homies just to tell them that Im in it Bitch I dare you to scream Havent you heard of Sarah? Thats me I made that bitch my milk tits I was dressed up like Lisa Simpson Put her to sleep, quick in my hilton Now Im bout to change your name to Ruth Wilson Voices in my head like kill them Amityville insanity pill I cant swallow my cavities Theyre strictly from these casualties, thats really good with ham and cheese Load them up on Craigslist My email address is: How-you-doing-my-name-is-Tyler, and youre a dead bitch Run bitch, run! You better run, bitch

Jerrod: This album, um—like when I, when I first heard it and the more I hear it, I feel like the only, like, appropriate question to ask you after listening to it is, are you okay? Like, is something wrong? Like, like, its like gut-wrenching. Its both beautiful—its very beautiful—but its like, parts that hurt a little bit, you know what I mean? Tyler: Yeah its—man I was like... Cause for Cherry Bomb I purposely was like, I dont wanna get personal at all. Like Imma just make songs. This is all just, this is a song. And in this one I was like, Alright, let me write down every feeling. J: Oh, you started with emotions? T: Just—just, a lot of them was just asking questions. A lot of the songs just have questions, its just like, How am I feeling today? Fuck, what if I go poor again? What if it doesnt work? And then thats how a lot of the songs just happened, just me kind of, just asking these quest—answering these questions, like, so... J: But its speaking to, like, a mood you were in. Like—like you recorded this one, when did you... T: Um, mostly 2016—like I started to the end of 2015. A lot of spring, summer 2016, and then a lot of fall J: What were you listening to? Like— T: Um... J: Like watching and listening to? T: Pop music. I love—I was, like, listening to pop structure. Uh, kinda just what, like, Max Martin was doing and really getting into what, what Pharrell and Justin was doing— J: Yeah... T: And, um, just noticing, just hooks. I uh—hanging out with Travis, Taco. I went to the club with him and just seeing what people, how people reacted to certain— J: You never go to clubs! T: I hate em. But when I would go I would just study, Oh, that, that bass drop, or, Oh, that girl loves that part. Just like, Okay, I want to have a song that has that feeling. So I kind of was like, okay. I wanna see—challenge myself and try to make a few songs thats not like, Uh, rappity-rappy, or, super distorted, I was like... Last night, I went to—me and Lionel went to like a house party and they, they, all the songs they were playing—Señiorita by Justin, Tell Me by Total, Frontin by P—like, all these house partying songs. And See You Again came on, and its full of black people, that for sure go to clubs, and they were in there, like, singing the lyrics and I was like, Oh shit, Ive always wanted that. J: To just have black people... dance... T: I, I did it. Yeah, yeah! I was so hyped, and I was—we were playing Jenga and I was being cool about it but inside I was like, Oh shit— J: You were going crazy— T: I finally have something that they could do that to J: Its funny because I guess I wouldnt have, uh, like thought about how much like pop is, you know, influenced in the album because, because of like the subject matter. Like, a lot of it is so heavy. Thats why I was just wondering, were you in like a place of just like...? T: Well, uh, you gotta feed, you put the—some people, old people say you put the medicine in like the uh, the candy— J: The applesauce T: —Or the applesauce, whatever, so... Like, with Mr. Lonely I was like, Aw dude, I want to write the saddest song I could possibly write and see people go crazy, and like dance to it, its that. And at shows, that song is insane, and its the saddest song Ive ever wrote J: Yeah it really is—and you dance—I mean its so hard, its so hard, and like the greatest, like, bridge ever! What was that—what was that? I dont know if we—I mean Im just gonna kind of jump into various songs—but like what, what was like, specifically that like... why that transition? Like, why did you think that was like, needed a transit—like was it, like it for emotional, like were you trying to create different moods? T: So, 911 and Mr. Lonely originally was, uh, a different song kind of together. It was this jazz take I had that was super triumphant and just sounded grand, and a lot of those lyrics was uh... was in that song and I just took em, and just placed them on 911 and then took the verse and placed it on Mr. Lonely and added some stuff. And, 911—the version that came out is the 25th version, it had... J: Wait, the 25th version? You did 25 versions of that song? T: It was 24. The first version was over an interlude song that Tony Toni Toné had. I looped it, sang over that, liked the hook that I put there, made 30 beats for it. Its—and the versions arent just different type of lyrics, its literally like... different beats, different melodies, all that J: A completely different vibe? T: Made that, took the beat from the fashion show I did, reworked that. Took the lyrics from the original Mr. Lonely and like, implementing it in that, and like, so the original Mr. Lonely its like, uh... A five car garage Full tank of gas A call for every day of the week and it go really fast But it means nothing, nothing, nothing Without you, shotgun J: Yeah, yeah... T: Right yeah. Thats in the last version of 911... Five car garage Full tank of the gas But that dont mean nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing So you kept that based on the previous, you just- Tyler: Exactly, so I took it from this jazz song, and I was like, nah, I want them to groove to this shit, so I put it on that Jerrod: I actually always wondered why that bit repeat- Tyler: Well yeah it just cause it was from it was it was from the bass of the other one but when I put it there and drop the beat people I was like oh people are gonna love saying this. And if you see that shows I dont even say it I just put the mic and the whole -ten thousand people: nothing, nothing, nothing. And Im like I figured it out and I- Jerrod: You figured out—that, that feeling that you want, the feeling of just everybody really connecting with it but wait- specifically the bridge on that- what was like- Tyler: Oh oh what the chirp chirp part? Jerrod: I say bird- but like, which is the most one of the most addictive things- Tyler: I aint made that, I remember I made that and it was just the beat and I remember stopping like I made the bridge that Ive always wanted to make. Lonny came by-or Frank however people know him- and he came by and I played it for him hes like you let me go in there Just try something he just started making phone noises and it worked out so perfectly and we was like alright and- Jerrod: was it longer? Tyler: no that part Im just giving niggas eight bars of these chords just so they could want it so they could replay it and left it at that Jerrod: How did you balance out and this is kind of for the whole album your love of chords with-you always talk about and you always say niggas dont want chords and thats all youre obsessed with. Its just everything is specific and just- Tyler: I just Want chords and melodies Jerrod: Yeah. and was it like a battle- cause the whole album has chords Tyler: Yeah, I fucked up-well I didnt fuck up but Cherry Bomb was an album full of bridges and shit going everywhere, so I was like, let me for this album specifically add all the chords I like but do it in a way that they can digest. So Mr. Lonely has some of the prettiest chords on the album, but I kinda hid it behind the hard drums and the fast paced rap, but if you really listen its really fucking pretty- Other: Rolling! Tyler: Thank you. And I was like Im definitely gonna-just try to hide it in those and stuff. And 911 even the uh, call me some time. I was listening to Gap Band and I was like damn, these are simple chords and I love the melody let me try to implement it in this and make it as simple as possible but it still gives me that feeling. So the part where I was like fuck it Imma go crazy, I right before Steve Lacys part when it goes back to the hook and its like: dun, dun, dun ,dun ,dun and I was like Imma go on my Jill Scott shit and thats my favorite part of that song, just cause it just- Jerrod: It has all the chords that you love Tyler: Exactly Jerrod: Umm, do you wanna... Tyler: You could cut it now Jerrod: I cant even lie... Where does the.. Tyler: I can just imagine a nigga in a wife-beater on Valentines Day like in the hood and like- Jerrod: Is he talking to his friends or in the mirror- Tyler: I dont know who hes talking to but its a quick shot like I cant even lie Ive been lonely as fuck nigga, just being honest with his homies or something, and I was like man that would be really funny to chant. But its the perfect set up for when that song comes on. It sets you up for like whats bout to happen. Its honest but its right here and they go crazy when they- Jerrod: Its like so sad its hilarious. Its like there a group of niggas chanting- Tyler: And thats Rocky. Thats Rocky yelling that. Thats Q, I think thats Wyatt, thats Lionel, thats Jasper- Other: Ah, dont talk, the camera.. Jerrod: Alright Jerrod: Foreword is ah- ok, first of all, that tempo is very weird. Its like a really weird tempo that you found, was it kind of just like a challenge? Tyler: Well so, thats a loop from this band called Can. Ive always been into krautrock, its like- it was a sound that was very European, like Eastern Europe, and you got like Can, The Silver Apples, even Soft Machine, which was this really proud jazz band that took influence around that time. And its kind of what Portis Head listens to for influence, and its something Ive always liked because its just so weird and just- this weird drum patterns and these haunting bass lines, and thats a song that they had and everytime I played it I would just rap over it. And I was like fuck it Imma loop it, add these- Jerrod: Is it hard to rap over, just the- Tyler: Not actually, Its actually just the one ,two, three, four but the pockets that they would use makes its sound like this weird push and pull back thing Jerrod: Yeah it feels like your on something, you know what I mean? Just kinda pulls. Yeah and its like- that pocket is such- the pace of it, when youre rapping over it is you do a little bit faster than I would expect. Like a little bit more- why, why that song first? Why that mood though first? Where you trying to set a-? Tyler: I remember making it like this need to be the first song. Just go in, just so you can see where Im at in my head, and I remember writing that verse fully like.... how much shit can I buy, till it gets boring like how many jumps can I do on a bike until Im over it and on to the next thing. And every answer that I had went to the next question, like was it ever enough. Jerrod: it almost sounded it was so existential and contemplative and it almost sounded suicidal, especially the if Im going and dont come back- do you know what I mean? It was so dark its- Tyler: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was the end question like damn, what if I died? What happen? And thats kinda what it was and just to set the tone of like thats where Im at. And its not depressed-Im not depressed at all. A lot of people mix up depression with self awareness. Someone was like dude this album is depressing and I was nah, I never said I was depressed. Im lonely, but Im having the most fun of my goddamn life. But that song kinda sets that tone Jerrod: Ok, I mean if youre considering death, but its not from a depressed, sad state, is it from a state of like alright Ive got something to prove cause it almost seems like you had a thing to prove on this album. I dont know to yourself, or like- Tyler: Well, a lot of people do stuff for the conversation of when theyre dead. Like hopefully, when I die people can say oh he-this, this and this, I leave a good discography behind, but- Jerrod: Yeah, I like to start with every project, I like to start from death and work backwards Tyler: Exactly Jerrod: Its just like, were all gonna die someday Tyler: I just knew that if this album wasnt good I would be fucked. Thats how I felt. And some people would disagree, but Im like, man Im nothing right now Jerrod: You felt like that coming off of Cherry Bomb? Tyler: Yeah yeah yeah, cause everyone hated it, except for like, real music lovers who care about drums- like I opened a rap album with a rock song. Most niggas was like uh. And then Buffalo comes and you can barely hear what Im saying, and then Pilot comes on and its this 80s music and theyre out cause they want rap. Then Run comes, dun, dun, and then Find Your Wings comes and theyre like this is chill, and then Cherry Bomb comes and just punches them-so theyre out and a lot of people didnt know how to take it so- But Find Your Wings and stuff felt so- I dont even know if I mean lyrically, I mean sonically, going back to your love of chords and stuff like that and you would on Cherry Bomb it seems like you would have chords and distort it, like it was you were always running from it and covering it up, so that-saying its your most personal album, removed from the subject matter, it feels that way, like sonically Tyler: Yeah, I fully get that yeah. never thought that Jerrod: It just feels like a real- Okay so the sadness of Foreword that goes into almost the like- Im going to say almost this cockiness of Where This Flower Blooms. Do you feel like you were accepting yourself? Tyler: So its a lot of things-and I dont wanna take credit-that I was doing that people were like, what is he doing, and then two years later its what everyones doing, whether its the way videos are done or these stupid pop-up things or whatever, and Im not taking credit, but I was doing that and no-one ever puts me on these lists or respects me in the sense that I wanted. So I was just, and thats why that line is like: Aint nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego but dont be too cool because I may freeze, and Im stuck in this egotistical mindset and I never move forward, and thats how niggas freeze to death, but that ice, shit weighs a ton, water your garden, my nigga and stunt. I got a flower chain made, with all these different things, and thats what I was talking about, but I was like, fuck these niggas, keep doing my shit, uh, and tell these black kids they can be who they are- Jerrod: Thats one of my favorite lyrics, is just tell these black kids they can be who they are Tyler: Dude, right! Jerrod: Like its one of my favorite- you had another lyric like that on Cherry Bomb that was just like, the world is yours little nigga like my little nigga, the world is yours. Like I love that- like its a similar thing like, tell these black kids they can be who they are. Where you saying that to you or the people you see...? Tyler: I was saying that to me to but it uh, its no-one saying that to kids that look like me, or anyone that looks like me. We had this conversation just wanting to snowboard when I was 12, but someone was like oh, thats white people shit. Black people dont do that. No, you dont do that, dont put a damper on me and tell me what I can a cant be just because of the way everyone else was thats my same color. And I just feel like I just wanted to tell them like be you- J: Who you are is such the alternative of the expectations are placed on like a young black guy growing up. Like youre influenced by kind of everything, kinda all cultures, so do you think you accepted that by yourself through your music T: I knew who I was at like 12 J: I think you rapped maybe 28% on the album. Its like so- T: My goal for this album was to shut the fuck up, and let the all feature be the leader. Yes, Rex, here sing for two minutes before I come in with an 8 bar on Boredom and then Ill have another 8 bar but I wanna shut up and just let the string section be 2 minutes at the end. J: Boredom I think-I found out about it this morning- Boredom right now, to me, is like your Billy Jean. T: Really? J: It really is kind of a- seeing people connect with that song... That song influenced... I think I called you and said if I dont know this song is creating an emotion for me or if its like the soundtrack to something I already feel. Like thats how powerful I think it is T: Well, I wrote that, literally, it was a 5 pm on a Saturday, laying on my back, looking so bored. It was nothing to do, no-one was hitting me back, Jasper was in the other room, bored out of his mind but I didnt see him the whole day, my room was warm as hell because I like the heater on, and there was nothing to eat but dry cereal and Im sitting thinking what the fuck am I going to do? I literally wrote that verse in 10 seconds, cause again, it was these questions and these legit feelings of boredom that I was having. And it was weird to me cause its like... Im in a tax bracket where I can go do whatever. I have all these cars, I can go drive--but I have nowhere to go and Im just bored. And it was just confusing to me cause its like- J: You dont understand how you could possibly-- T: How the hell I could be bored when its... but there was nothing to do at the moment. So I was like, fuck it, Im gonna write a song about it J: Jasper has to listen to that song and be like fuck you nigga I was right there T: I wrote the song over the chords of God Bless the Child by Stevie Wonder. I figured out the chords, looped it, and had it just playing for hours in my room. And I wrote the verse, which was like a 40 bar verse originally, but I cut it in half cause I was like the hook needs to come back. So, at the end of the first verse, its like Im... bored. I did that right when we was editing cause it went to the end of the verse, it was like, originally, Im bored and getting desperate. Phone is not-- It went straight to a different verse and it was a different pocket but I cut it, because I was like I need to put the hook back in here, cause I dont wanna hear myself J: Yeah, cause its a weird chunk, just, Im... bored. Find some time! T: Uh huh. So I added that right when we was editing, finishing, I was like, No no no, fuck that, put the hook. Imma change the second verse a little bit and like, so the pocket is easier to rap so everyone could say it. Cause it was too rapitty, you know, and I was like, nobody wanna hear this deep ass voice rap for that long; let me shut the fuck up and do a hook, so all the white girls at Coachella can sing this shit T: And, Im not lying, doing festivals, you realize white people love singing along to shit T: Thats why, the fucking, Boredom is two minutes of just this like... Director: Roll up! J: When you perform this album live, you start on Where This Flower Blooms, usually. Is it a longer intro? T: Yeah yeah yeah, so... I wanted this album to sound like a Disney score. Just like, very magical. My perfect little indie movie, and, fucking... J: Sound like the album cover looks T: Yeah, sound like the album cover looks like. But, it turned into, you know, what it turned into. Where This Flower Blooms had this very beautiful longer intro, I shortened it a bit, but, it sound like the beginning of a movie J: Its sweeping and... T: Yeah, I start the shows with that because its like bringing them into my world and then it drops and gets crazy but... yeah J: How long did you-- why did you trim it and not just go- T: I just wanted to cut the fucking fat. I wanted this album to be no longer that 45 minutes. And I think we hit 45:36 or 46 minutes and I was like, okay, cool. I just want it to be short and get to the point and yeah J: You were talking about questions and how every song is sparked by a... thing. My favourite sequence of this-- of these songs, but... uh, Pothole is inspired by something your mom said to you. Is that like... T: A long time ago she was like, yo, some people just arent really as loyal or close to you as you think. And Im always like, shut the fuck up, like, what the fuck are you talking about? Sometimes moms know best and I had to find out on my own, like, oh wow, she wasnt wrong about that person. And I kind of wrote that verse like: My mom told me, blah blah blah. And, uh... J: So you singing that more? You started singing that more T: Yeah, and even like, I did it in the car like, I drove back to the points where she told me specifically. Like, when you make three lefts it makes it right. So like, I triple left tryna double back. And the streets are filled with clues that she told me J: And thats great, that some of your best-- T: But, how I aint notice that. And I see some familiars, I see some people I knew, stuck in the cul-de-sac. I pull up, get out, what up, I wanna help you. But what you want for some people they dont want for themselves. So, do I stay here and try to figure it out, or do I go, and traffic is picking up? And if I dont leave now and get on my path and do what I need to do, Imma be stuck, and

Listen Bad ass bitch, big ass titties man Got a fucking AK size of a fucking mini-van Listen Yall niggas got problems, then yall do it I got so much fucking money in my pockets I fucking walk stupid Hold up Bad bitch look good in some nice pants But my bitch look good in some nice pants Niggas see me they be like shit god damn AK-47 tucked in that nigga nice pants, hold up Yall got a little nigga started on some G shit Who that nigga that looked swagged out? THATS ME BITCH Dont play with a niggas money or his fucking family I got little niggas one named Johnathan and one named Tammy Yall niggas got a fucking problem say it to my fucking face Got little niggas that will sock you in the fucking face And if you think they wont sock you in the fucking face You a bit- Pop you right in your fucking face

Im in the room with 7 titties, thats 4 bitches with one missin With eleven twisted up Sherbinskis, some Bodillaz Her 450, cookin dope in a gold skillet Bumpin old 50, hit my robe with the gold stichin In my gold kitchen, gold bitches with painted toes tippin All these bitches taste like chicken, cant name a hoe different Prolific, was zip-flippin and kickin door-hinges PO done snitched to the boys, he said we all did it Augmented my lifestyle, so now we all livin Get my dick sucked right now, while in the stall, pissin Bald bitches with car skimmers splittin cigars with us Couldnt carry us like pallbearers with they paws missin Targetin pussy niggas, hit em with arsenic Starvin, bitch, hit the kitchen, make something marvellous Partial splits, I cant get with; bitch, I need all of it AUG equipped, get to spittin, hit up your cardigan Dont make me pull up and do you like room raiders Throw your bitch in a cage and line it with newspapers Double up, think I love her, but dont play us like dual Segas Fore your people search for your body like fuckin Tomb Raider Unh, Im Voldemort with the whore, dont wan smell her pussy No conversations with shorty, give her emails to book me I break a bitch and make her do 17 like Cookie If Im sentenced, conjugal visits and dope in her coochie Yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte Unh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte Get behind that bitch like an investment The game more hectic cause I blessed it When I dont want it no more, I neglect it Cant even neglect what aint my possession, number one lesson These niggas soft and sweet as big Texas, so get the message Pillow Pet ass niggas, strap concealed under my shirt So all you see is silhouettes and black figures Shoot him in his back, nigga, so when they turn him over He easy to recognize like tagged pictures, we blacklist him Bag him, toe-tag him, and wrap him up like Christmas Pull all his teeth out like the dentist, now he need dentures Im the boy with the frozen soul, I come alive in the winter Dont eat around me, when Im hungry, Ill take your dinner Like, bruh, man, I hate to see niggas guts go splat in public When I bust it, but fuck it, this snub love it Pissin out windows when we couldnt afford buckets Now a wrist out the window and glist on my bicuspids Play the bitch, you niggas get split like vanilla Dutches He the snitch, throw the chump in the trunk like he the luggage Gave him tits, you should not wear jewelry, so, nigga, tuck it Fake niggas dont got our blood in they genes, they step-cousins Yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte Unh, yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte

Are you livin? Are you doin fine? Are you gettin money? Do you need a ride? Ive been livin off adderall, feel like only three months and Ive been trippin, Ive been gettin mine Ive been dippin, Ive been livin life I appreciate the high life But I just wish things were better Between the ones that I love No I dont want to try hard Just dont wanna be, dont wanna be alone Stuck with just weed and no friends Weed and my pen End of the day, its just trees in the wind Day in the wind, day in the wind D-d-day in the wind Day in the wind, t-t-trees in the wind Trees in the wind, trees in the wind, trees in the wind D-d-day in the wind I got a casing, got knocked out, Im waitin To see if theyll take me to jail, no Gee, I kinda hope they lock me up and throw away the key Cause I dont wanna go to work this week, anyway Woke up like, Why me? I heard that waist training get you a good boyfriend I am not searching for one though Girl, you too pretty, you could do better Called you a cab in the mornin Girl, you know you shouldve call me Wouldve roll it up, couldve smoke it up with you High, high-high, high, high-high, high High, high-high, high, high-high, high, ayy Stuck with just weed and no friends Weed and my pen End of the day, its just trees in the wind Day in the wind, day in the wind D-d-day in the wind Day in the wind, t-t-trees in the wind Driven away, driven away Trees in the wind, trees in the wind, trees in the wind D-d-day in the wind

My attire, you require Its imperial So fire, devour anything, I mean Ive been Close to power, just realize and devour Im riding Mario Kart, I think I might pick Bowser I need mothafuckin housin I need shit thats off the yowzer But tell that bitch to come through, fuck a nigga, man Hell to club Young T came through with the new whip I aint even got a new bitch, Im with my old one Got a nigga named Scooty, got an old gun And if you want some, you dont want that, nigga Got the green hat cause it match the pockets Get cats, cats, dogs, frogs and all Fuck that, nigga, got a problem? Nigga gotta solve em, nigga know your mama Know where his family lives Come through this shit applyin dirt My nigga Tyler got Hawaiian shirt Got the Dior bomber, I aint no farmer Ill tell your papa Ill pop the llama Fuck you talkin bout? Dont want no drama Aint know, they better show you, boy Stole you, boy, I thought I told you, boy Ill fuck your girl, ho on the Polaroid Shout my nigga J, shout my nigga Trav Shout my nigga Dom, shout my ex-girlfriends moms Cause I fucked her too And Ill fuck you in the mouth if youve got a problem Fuck your crew and everybody that you know I dont got a problem, nigga, woah Rollin down Slauson in all red, woah I dont really play the thugger but I know Tell that bitch to see me good Told that bitch to hit me good And your man wont beat me good See it on Golf Media Fuck you mean? Im high as shit Fuck you mean you fly as this? Why you talkin lies and shit? Tell that bitch to slide my dick I got a fat ass I got a fat ass I got a fat ass And I hit it the dab I got a fat ass

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Hodgy Beats, OF, Super 3, Yes I live for the money so Im present in the Green-age Mutant, like a turtle thats teenage Look nice, but act ghetto without the clean fade M-V-P me like D-Wade Im a shooter, like a computer for the internet As if its intercourse, Im just not in it yet My house like a sauna, Im always in a sweat Every time shes in my bed, she always gettin wet I wouldnt cum in sex for physical intellect Break your ass, then your back, then your neck Hes a gangsta, you ridin with a roller Wagon wheel, cabbage patch he pushing a stroller Dont show holsters, unless he pullin the toasters Is that fish dead? Oh yes, hes a floater Full of holes and I stay in rooms, full of hoes Got Tyler lien to them all like Pinocchio, grow a nose Once upon a time, there was a boy that could rap Rap, rap, let me talk my crap

Yeah, OF on the lettermen we all better then Any haters wanna beef we gonn sever them Cut em in half, Im a fuckin cow so Im cuttin these Litter fuckin life, and I hit bitches and they fuckin wife Chris brown a real nigga, sock that bitch up in her mouth Do I give a fuck? No, but if I gave a fuck Do you think Id tell you? Fuck no! Kinda like my dad When he came home and told me he wanted to get my ass wet Goddamn thats gay but Im not so fuck it I wont stop I keep sayin this gay shit But if you got a problem nigga, you dont gotta play it I need my damn inhaler cause Im barely fuckin breathing Jackin off semen everywhere up on the chair I put my jeans but fuck it Ill just go to Diamond and get another pair And if they got a problem, fuck it, go to preme and get a box logo fuckin tee And motherfuckin panties just to match, so when I can pee I can pull them fuckin down and sit down and look at E Fuckin rectangles on my fuckin G-string Thats fuckin gay I know, goddamn that shit is tight but yo Shout out to all my niggas doing hardcore drugs And sockin bitches out and shootin up the Key clubs Goddamn I fucked up, Ive gone blah blah, a blacker nigga tad of sagga a dagga lagga I feel like Im brown But Imma go up, watch the flow come down Errybody wanna be like us But I dont give a fuck, ridin on my trucks Skateboard that is, I hate whores that is And fat kids that eat donuts and act like sluts, fuck yall little bitch ass niggas I dont know Im bored, so Imma rap about shit That dont need to be rapped about shit I get bitches and Im I wrap em in shit like plastic wrap and shit And then there at the bottom of my freezer with the carrots and Broccoli, aint no fuckin stopping me Im hotter then the dandazies On my fuckin penis when Raquel was on her fuckin knees But she dont like to talk to me She fuckin up cause in about a week we gon have like 30 Gs Coulda bought her, a fuckin, Gucci purse I dont care I got bitch lickin my balls And Imma take all my homies and roll through the mall Buy every fuckin thing and listen to Tina While we buy everything and listen to Tina While we buy everything and listen to Tina While we listen to Tina, Imma buy everything And give way to fuckin bums.. My lungs aint got no fuckin air So if I fuckin stop here, there I dont care if you do but if you do I dont care Thats not makin sense, Im a fuckin ithiet And Im so fuckin intimate With a fuckin pastor tryna fuck me in his class While theres cum up on my ass So when I slide I can just motherfuckin, um, move faster Goddamn thats nasty Oh shit, jackin off then I watch Degrassi And watch a bunch of pedophiles come on and pass me My fuckin beard is growin in so they are losing interest So let me shave it, so they can try and get into this Damn thats gay as fuck Yo The infamous nigga is wilding, whole fuckin crew is dieting So we go to Trae and goons and get some rice pudding For all these bitches that dont want the beef Be cool so we keep pushing and uh, niggas know we flowing If we aint, then we aint flowing

Lyrics from Snippet Yeah, you was right You was right They can’t beat him in a fight They Yeah, yeah, you was right You can’t get one, finna have it You know Ye got that status And he still getting cabbage And its all above average, yeah Hypno T With diamonds in them uh Yeah, yeah, you was right...

Climb on board Well go slow and high tempo Light and dark Hold me hard and mellow Im seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, body but me Body but us, bodies together I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you So well piss off the neighbours In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day Fucking and fighting on Its our paradise and its our war zone Its our paradise and its our war zone Pillow talk My enemy, my ally Prisoners Then were free, its a thin line Im seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, body but me Body but us, bodies together I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you So well piss off the neighbours In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day Fucking and fighting on Its our paradise and its our war zone Its our paradise and its our war zone Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone So well piss off the neighbours In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day Fucking and fighting on Its our paradise and its our war zone Its our paradise and its our war zone

My wife is a bad husband, huh, bitch I, Bapes on my motha fuckin beats Beats on my motha fuckin Bapes Nigga hats on my motha fuckin head Nigga head on my motha fuckin hat I be gettin babies, babies Fuckin bitches with no condom on HIV in my HIV No doubt that it burns when I pee Walk up in the club see this fat bitch joggin Nah Im lyin man she too fat the bitch walkin And her fat pussy I was stalking Actually, her pussy lips were talking to me Now I burn when I pee cause I gave the bitch a kiss now I got HIV Four bones from a caddy Hey he got a fattie And he drive a caddy Aye that nigga passed me up And he got some nice lipstick And my middle white bitch And she had a big dick No homo Lookin like O Head The bitch had a fohead Now she on me like from last week Actually, fuck it The bitch is my uncle So now every family reunion jellin on my family members ...

: All right guys, um... Look, Im not gonna lie, some of you guys need extra credit Its the end of the semester, schools about to be out And really, some of you guys arent even passing, so.. Today Im going to give you guys a free write You guys have 5 minutes to write about anything you want So, uhh.. Get out a paper and pencil and get started.. Bass hit snaps yo back cracks front no football punt apple jacks no sin Always out the motherfucking box, no in Don’t have a religion, ignorant no sin Begin my book first page no end Talk to that piano no friends We don’t try nigga, just natural The mothafucking cloud feels good pterodactyl Fuck tourrettes like pronouncing Tara backwards Never been cool I just act natural It’s a shame, mellow hype tame Hodgy, Casey V, after that MellowHype came And at heart we are all lames At that brain we’re left and at this we’re best I’m the teacher, so the students go ahead and test Kinda like ninth grade when ugly bitches grew breasts Kinda….. Im Waldo Find them soul, California rush I got a heart made of gold At the end your bitch rainbow Leprechaun I told that pussy did clove I got a heart made of gold Umm… I got a heart made of gold Hey, yo, Domo, hit ‘em : I’m so 24 karat, heart made of gold With subway lines dropping weight like Jared Nigga I’m No stress bowflex get buff choke em till they go deaf No rest switch teams and I’m still hot Cuz everything I touch is golden Jill Scott, pill pop Swallow my stylow Mr. Low Blow so ho lady me low Explode all on your eardrums Sex in that headphone about to make your ear cum Here comes the Odd Future Rookie Breaking niggas off like niggas share a cookie Go book me I need to perform more Cuz I’m raging like teenage hormones And maybe a jail is what I board on Cuz it’s death to any beat I record on He got a heart made of gold He got a heart made of gold Hey yo-shit-I’m half asleep and shit-fuck it yall : Um… I’m ill, I’m sick, no lie I’m sick I need my fucking meds A cute Bitch that gives head That only loves me for money Didnt hear a fucking word I said Gold digging gold digging Freestyles written, urine, shittin Fuck it, pissing Left Brain on the loop turn shit No coupe it isn’t Thats cool I’m living, smile every day You wanna go away, I wanna go up But how do I do that when I do not give a fuck Let me rethink while I reheat up my lunch In-fin Stop, begin : One of a kind A mile high stood out Be raped, I went in and didn’t pull out Mixtape is deaf, when it’s put out I’m real, my down fall is what you should doubt The Genesis, is winning shit Need censorship, cuz I’m ignorant Fuck a bee like I was intimate My style is the new bitch Get into it Alright guys, time is up Pass your papers and your pencils to the front And uh… well, I guess free time Hey Left Brain, put that piano away during class Shit…. Fuck I need to quit

Take a drink, take a toke, young niggas aint got no hope Or maybe its deep inside but they just too blinded to know R.I.P. my nigga ghost Livin through that Live & Grow Grew up on Centinela & Beach, yeah right there by that corner store Right there where them niggas post, drug dealin and blowin drow Po-Po come we gotta go, we no-no talk to five-o But as a young black male dude tryna dodge a cell But Im always followed by them cops lights They got me livin in a cell, tryna put me in a box But Im bout to break out this shit is not right My nigga Tyler told me now we in the spotlight The time is now and nigga tell em what your life like Its great, Im just bein honest And the green is coming like I’m mowing the lawn And fuck the censors little nigga you should run up some commas Your numbers dont add up, boy, you want greatness Dr. Right now, mothafucka we hate patients Now put your hands up like them niggas that didnt make it I cant deal with the fact that you gone Momma cryin family stayin strong I cant deal with the fact that you gone Momma cryin family stayin strong Rest in Peace my nigga Rest in Peace my nigga Rest in Peace my nigga Rest in Peace my nigga PNC the recipe Thank God that we blessed the streets Carrots and the Peas is gone but I continue the legacy Its some niggas still alive but in my eyes they dead to me but I forgive and I forget and now they distant memories I cant deal with the fact that you gone Momma cryin family stayin strong I cant deal with the fact that you gone Momma cryin family stayin strong Rest in Peace my nigga Rest in Peace my nigga Rest in Peace my nigga Rest in Peace my nigga This song is dedicated to anyone whos lost their lives Whether it be the police brutality, gang violence, brothas killin brothas Moment of silence for Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown, Oscar Grant Rest in peace May you live forever

Yeah Yo, Gunn, Ima, Ima just, Ima just fuck around I got soul, niggas aint gon hide Think you that big stepper, fuck around, get your ankles tied Im hot, boy, Im from the depths of Hell where you cant survive A cold day feel like a good oven when bakin pies Im in that bitch chillin like I sang about you were mine, you got it bad You aint gotta call me or hit my line, just The doc said I need tranquilizer, new .40 got some mushroom, and psilocybin, how you doin? Bunny hop off me when the money stop and check the ring See the blue moon like some runnin cops Check the doors, doors butterfly like when tummy drops T with that Westside Gunn, you get ya momma pop All red lindell specs Lookin like Sally Jessy Raphaël in the stretch Corvette Peace love , ayo, posin with the AK My shooter in nueve Yé Dominique, goin twenty years vacay I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say Icon, legend, master my perfection, hes killin shit effortless God-level flow, leather trench on Vetements For fiends, Supreme Pyrexs for measurements, devilish Thousand round drum, fun, your headll spin Exorcist, treacherous If I was on that, niggas get slimed out Like egg yolk, I got some contacts that take your eyes out I dont play, that boy on timeout, the Cartier crash I blew the tires out then hopped out Like Leapfrog, baby, Im out my mind now Got too much paper, went overtime, and I aint sign out Im that boy, if you need proof, press the rewind now Or go get a map, go get lost nigga and find out, Im out here

Life after death, death after life Made mistakes before, I swear I wasnt gonna do it twice You love me and it wouldnt change So Im by myself which will remain the same And it was just one girl who left me sprung And it was just one girl who had me going dumb And it was just one girl who was where I was from Gave me her feelings and I left that bitch with none I was in love, but I jumped out quick Gave her my heart, she broke it, put it in the bucket On another level Im bitter, I wanted to keep her But now this shit is coming out your speaker Wish that you could meet her But shes chopped up in my freezer By the mixed vegetables, Ill eat her Looking in the iris, I knew she was lying Cuz she wasnt crying, laughing So I starting grabbing And she started gasping for air She told me the truth, I didnt care The dead made me win And her death made me grin Like a mouth with a side of nipples and limbs This the end, yeah Potatoes and grits on the plate of her I should have stayed away from her But she cheated And now shes in my freezer bleeding Her parents looking for her, good luck You dirty bitch Met the bitch, tied the bitch up And then I ate her up because she want to go and fuck my cousin up Niggas balls in the room and now this bitch is mad at me cause I made a song with autotune with my nigga G She looking at me all mad and all sad But now Im glad that shes wrapped up in that Glad bag And that shits all black and Im wearing all black And now she mad cause I found out she was fucking, sucking other niggas Busting, cumming, running, here Im coming with a motherfucking knife and now Im gunning And now this bitch is screaming for help, yelp, dealt, the motherfucking card that she dealt But thats her fucking fault, I dont give a fuck I fucking more, she fucking one and now these cases that I caught Shit, but I aint even fucking tripping I need a new chick, Im sick of dealing with these bitches In the club, niggas in the club

You gotta speak, you gotta, tell em, tell em what happened, tell em what happened You talkin’ bout? This bitch got bad, he definitely left the country You don’t, you don’t even have a passport Have you ever tried the phone, like... What?

Run it Commas in the tunnel, yeah, we talkin bout the money Diamonds in the, uh, mofucker better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it Ashes, ashes, all I see is ashes Ashes, ashes, all I see is ashes Better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it As Im sippin on the Voss Nigga, wear Supreme til I die in the Ross Black James Dean, hope I died in the Porsche Crib with the mic stand, live from the loft Plan to spend the night, say hi, then Im off Mirror, mirror over there, what a mean pedestal All up in my face like you aint curve me back in middleschool Ashes, ashes, all I see is residue Tell her check my resume, resume back to my livin room Hit the plug, he on his way, get bood up in my livin room Mac, top off, lay awake, do shrooms up in my livin room Cozy socks upon the table, boots off in my livin room No shoes up in my livin room, I just need me some wiggle room Run it Commas in the tunnel, yeah, we talkin bout the money Diamonds in the, uh, mofucker better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it Ashes, ashes, all I see is ashes Ashes, ashes, all I see is ashes Better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it See that shit that b’low my neck? That shit worth bout a hunnid Ball, bought I had them niggas who told to been I was in the tall with the solder back with the guard again Um, I pick a bone, pick, dick, a lick a dong Hit your chick, my with a bigger bong Uno the buno, I wont no juno, its uno, wait I was alone until the dawn, in the dinner plate Nigga chow on a bigger bone like call em on a date Run it Commas in the tunnel, yeah, we talkin bout the money Diamonds in the, uh, mofucker better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it Run Forrest, run For–, you better run it Better r–

Niggas wishing I fail They got a better chance with quarters in wishing wells Brains refused em, but still wishing em well Elevated thoughts, but you can see from the smells Fast living and ash flicking Parties with bad women fashion and big cash spending Im passing em, car with no gas in it Bitches falling love over night they passionate, pass the shit Nothing but big kush joints love me Cause Im rose bushings lyrics got a good point Rap it how I live it, live it how Im rapping Promised last year Id dent it now its cracking Making shit happen, little nigga big dreams Take the game double player like I got split screens Smoke big trees and count big cheese Hands to the hair line salute the whole team, yeah Told yall niggas yall wasnt ready, nigga. Domo Genesis is killing all you niggas. Niggas, Rolling Papers in this mothafucka. Smoking weed, fucking bitches and eating cereal, nigga. Domo, hit these niggas off Lips wait sealed with a born rich Hit em in they head with shots come like porn flick Horse flick like boards went, liquors get portioned Louis Vuitton checkers printed, on some board shit Cords get plugged in in the rush, no endorphins Blazing til its done, bring some more in Steady getting blown, bitches, no maticon Light skin, long hair, board and abort em Sicker than St. Judes, chemo get spit at Got good ways with cuss words and Syntax Big stack, shitted on, no elax Thirst that bitches want watered down for relax This where your bitches will be at Hand on hairline, make sure them niggas see that This where your bitches will be at Hand on hairline, make sure them niggas see that Niggas aint fucking ready, nigga. Told yall niggas Rolling Papers coming in this mothafucka, nigga. Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All Dont Give a Fuck, nigga. Now roll that join up. Smoking gold with this shit right here, nigga. Yeah, we aint fucking playing with these niggas, man. You think we fucking playing, nigga? Fuck that

Odd Future stay GPA 6.66 .66 dicks mastering in fuck you Minoring in fucking awesome settlements We better win,and Bastards in them Wolf Gang lettermans Ski Mask to cover the face features We rapin the cheerleaders they needin they knee pads Sucking up all the white like their tummys made for the bleaches The teachers are getting antsy and acting like fucking pansies Assault rifles for teachers wanna romance me Mr. Lee had his hands where his youngest teen daughter hands be Now she wanna sit down because she cant stand me So I made her an amputee wooden planks where her legs be Eat ass like candy, giving niggas more head than BrandUn Her blow jobs feel fanwork, shes just a normal L.A bitch With her hand work, she fuckin stuck up Know how to Hollywood and Jerk, Dem Hoes, I tell you bout them hoes