| I said niggas be takin' life too serious | |
| I swear my music take lives - uh, period | |
| Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids | |
| Breaking walls down, never a | |
| Black Hawk | |
| Down, oh They put a label on me but | |
| I see they're all clowns | |
| That's why | |
| I talk English and think fast | |
| Feel my words through the ink's last letter | |
| Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, | |
| I grab Extra magazines | |
| I'm in, to remind me of the places | |
| I've been | |
| Returning to visit again, me and my ****in' friends | |
| Before I hit the stage | |
| I clench my microphone until my fist hurt | |
| Before I eat sushi, | |
| I'd rather get to know the fish first | |
| For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme - that shit's worth | |
| Everything in my mental state now | |
| I'm secure, mental ways | |
| Dental place in my jaw for spitting raw just because | |
| I like to floss my talent [Hook: Frank Ocean] | |
| Think I'm-a wear the yellow tux at the | |
| Grammy's And rock out with my cock out... | |
| Like "who this kid think he is? " | |
| It's just something | |
| I've seen | |
| Prince do | |
| It's true... | |
| No matter what, | |
| I'm showing up | |
| Who gives a flying floating **** | |
| What people say, or think? | |
| Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn't get here anyway | |
| You blink, and | |
| Wolf Gang's in this bitch... [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] | |
| When I was a kid | |
| I wanted to be just like you (When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up) | |
| Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times | |
| Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine | |
| I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes | |
| You can split them 10's up cause both these corners are mine | |
| Let's ****in' celebrate, | |
| Wold Gang confederate | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin' | |
| Cause we made it and we made it | |
| And that is not an understatement (oh!) | |
| I put that on the people that | |
| I stay with | |
| Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship | |
| Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc | |
| We must be misbehaving | |
| But the fans love it, they get the subject | |
| Niggas claim be rappers but don't fulfil the substance | |
| ****in rubbish, | |
| I'll dust quick | |
| Nothing to **** with, | |
| I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch [Hook] [Outro: Frank Ocean] | |
| I remember | |
| I first played tricks on my web shit | |
| And he fronted on it like... nah that shit will never work | |
| Ha ha ha, like what? | |
| Family: these 2 wrists of mine | |
| I had to make them gold | |
| You gotta let me shine... | |
| If you're a friend of mine | |
| Ask any friend of mine | |
| I'll never block your glow, won't curb your high | |
| We be, in a place they never been | |
| Hella Benz, for the hell of it | |
| In Paris Paris | |
| Paris White wings on desert sand | |
| Flyin' over the | |
| Taliban... | |
| Probably We be in a place they never been | |
| Hella Benz, for the hell of it | |
| In Paris Paris | |
| Paris White wings on desert sand | |
| Flyin' over the | |
| Taliban... | |
| Probably |
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