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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the on the floor
I'm pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's name again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest album since the days of sound
And that shit pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't like me?
Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga to check Nike

Richer than white with black kids
than black people with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Pippen at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to
I dream't of 2Pac, he me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you tell be extra funny
I you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford want a full blown from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out,
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be
up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my

Two, Three,
your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken tips
losers

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no
I

This golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before
Got too much drive, need like ten
Life is a broad and she brain
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a four ten, of that year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother like I
You gon' one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
Steaks are well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's German
You the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I fuck with me either
I'mma liar, faggot

Son you need
But I heard he sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang