Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas ( Two, three, four) Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' ( Two, three, four) But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin' (Yeah) They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me ( Two, three, four) I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em ( Two, three, four) I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?" Yeah, my nigga ( Two, three, four) It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on ( Two, three, four) I know they told they white daughters, "Don't bring home Jerome" I am the free nigga archetype (Woo) I am the light and the beacon you can ask the deacon (Ask the deacon) It's funny, when you get extra money ( Two, three, four) Every joke you tell just be extra funny (Yeah, yeah) I mean, you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny ( Two, three, four) And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me (Woo) ( Two, three, four) Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup? Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck Hold up ( Skrrt!) I studied the proportions Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level ( Two, three, four) Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God ( Two, three, four) He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard", uh (Woo)
They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me ( Two, three, four) Said I suckin' at your neck, like a hickey, boy, I'm sicky ( Two, three, four) Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' with me I got banned from New Zealand, why they called me a demon (Yeah) And a terrorist? Goddamn it, I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber ( Two, three, four) But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a fuck, so you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat (Man.) Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound ( Two, three, four) And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust (Woo) Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beast is loose ( Two, three, four) Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raising the stakes ( Why, oh, why don't they like me? They don't like me, oh) Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 And what we ate was the steaks, now our section is great ( Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, don't they like me?) 'Cause that's the level I'm at, my nigga, pass 'em a plate 'Ye! Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? ( Two, three, four) 'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks ( Two, three, four) But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike
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