[Tyler, The Creator] For your boy I´m watchin´ Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I´m tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga
[Tyler, The Creator] Money, money, money, money, money ain´t the motive What´s your name again? Nobody knows it Don´t speak to me nigga, you not important I´m focused They say I´m nutty, a picnic basket I´m short of a sandwich A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin´s a faggot Please come and get me Said I suck him at your neck Like a hickey, boy I´m sicky Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin´ with me I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn´t believe it Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol’s a nigger I clearly don´t give a fuck, say you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin´ album since the days of sound And that shit gon´ pop just like that nigga that was never ´round Damn, ´bout to drop, gas ´em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain´t lyin´, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler the Creator sweatin´ Jesus juice Put that fuckin´ cow on my level, cause I´m raisin´ the stakes Mom I made you a promise, it´s no more section 8 When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that´s the level I´m at, my niggas pass em a plate ´Ye!
[Kanye West] Why, oh why, why? Why don´t they like me? Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks But I´m the only nigga to ever check Nike
[Kanye West] Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I´m headin´ But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding They say I´m crazy but that´s the best thing going for me
You can´t lynch Marshawn, if Tom Brady throwin´ to me I made a million mistakes, but I´m successful in spite of ´em I believe you like a fat trainer takin´ a bite or somethin´ I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dream´t of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?" "Yeah my nigga", it´s on, it´s on, it´s on, it´s on I know they told their white daughters don´t bring home Jerome I am the free nigga archetype I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon It´s funny when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford want a full blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassup Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga you suck, hold up I studied the proportions Emotions runnin´ at an Autobahn speed level Had a drink with fear, and I was textin´ God He said "I gave you a big dick so go extra hard"
[Tyler, The Creator] For your boy I´m tryna pop the new McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
I´m watchin´ Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor Damn
[Tyler, The Creator] (Two, three, four) Hold your fuckin´ horses Niggas really fuckin´ thought that T lost it Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted I been workin´ while y´all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin´ losers
[Lil Wayne] Hold your fuckin´ ponies my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney´s That´s Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock ´em down, domino effect, no pepperoni I swear
[Tyler the Creator] This them golf boys, like them hot boys For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the two-thou When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne (What up Slime, nigga go hard) Yeah, I´mma go hard like before came Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad and she give brain That´s that road head, thats a dream car Got a full tank of that same year I was born That´s that one nine nine one, ´nother nigga like I You won´t find one, cuz nigga I´m a god, a divine one, Tune
[Lil Wayne] My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son I´m starin´ at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wanda Oh my goodness
[Tyler, the Creator] Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy ´Ye we hittin´ models like Tony Parker be hittin´ bottles
Bitch I´m goin´ harder than yellow cabby stoppin´ for Lionel (Black ass nigga) They be duckin´ us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy lets get a scrimmage, I´ll cut some niggas, I´ll bring the Clippers And a couple owners, that´s kinda German You bring the nooses, and a couple trees Where the money grow, and get bodies burning Cause I´m tryna hang like I´m Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti Golf boys cuz I don´t fuck with me either I´m a liar, I´m a faggot
[Lil Wayne] Son you need Jesus But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well I´m prayin´ for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin´ that we squash the beef like zucchinis I know, it ain´t gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange