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[00:26.38]Watch me get this money, nigga; tired of being hungry, nigga
[00:29.20]Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch you, nigga
[00:32.18]Never made of plastic, I'm a savage -- you look lunch, my nigga
[00:35.14]Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
[00:38.02]We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no Mollies, bitch
[00:40.66]I'm hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch
[00:44.16]Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick
[00:46.64]Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
[00:50.10]We the last of a dying breed
[00:52.16]And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
[00:55.10]You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
[00:58.10]My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees
[01:01.00]Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing
[01:04.26]Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
[01:07.38]Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping
[01:10.42]Make actions, fuck rehearsing
[01:12.90]Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
[01:15.92]You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
[01:18.90]Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
[01:21.92]You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[01:24.56]Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
[01:28.06]You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
[01:30.68]Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
[01:33.58]You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[01:36.16]In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather
[01:39.26]Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
[01:41.98]Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
[01:44.98]Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
[01:47.86]I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched
[01:51.36]I was defiant, always said, "Fuck shit"
[01:53.56]Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
[01:56.54]Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
[01:59.36]See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
[02:02.42]And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell
[02:05.36]Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
[02:08.24]And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille
[02:11.34]I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
[02:14.10]I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
[02:17.04]These fucking rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves
[02:19.90]See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
[02:23.92]Really, boy? Poseurs looking silly, boy
[02:26.26]I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi
[02:29.38]Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is Diddy Riese
[02:32.20]Na'kel Smith, Transworld page 64
[02:35.70]Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames
[02:37.82]I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
[02:41.08]The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
[02:43.76]About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
[02:46.46]But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists
[02:49.58]God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
[02:52.56]And my shit's missing, he hates women, but love kittens
[02:55.56]See y'all niggas tripping, man
[02:58.12]Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
[03:01.10]Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
[03:03.98]Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
[03:06.68]Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
[03:09.70]Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
[03:12.50]But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time
[03:15.44]Look at the ones in the crowd -- that shit is barnacles, huh?
[03:19.34]They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
[03:21.74]But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan
[03:24.78]And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
[03:28.02]And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
[03:30.70]Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for they fucking ratings
[03:33.68]"Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape
[03:36.18]All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes
[03:39.12]But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
[03:42.06]But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
[03:44.94]Oh but no but, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
[03:47.70]My fans don't, they turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
[03:50.66]Fuck buying studio time, I'mma go purchase a shrink
[03:53.60]Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch
[03:57.10]Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
[03:59.88]You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
[04:02.74]Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
[04:05.60]You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[04:08.62]Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
[04:11.54]You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
[04:14.40]Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
[04:17.36]You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[04:20.26]This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
[04:23.22]So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
[04:26.20]But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump, you fucking pussy?)
[04:29.18]All I鈥檓 seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
[04:31.86]That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
[04:35.20]Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (Fucking faggot)
[04:37.88]Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids
[04:40.40]So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
[04:43.12]Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
[04:46.18]All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!)
[04:49.40]Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
[04:51.44]Brother the Pigeons is us
[04:52.88]Bid you goodnight and good luck
[04:54.52](Oh, shut the fuck up!)
[04:55.48](Gunshot)
[04:57.00]Samuel's here! Where's Wolf? Fucking faggot. Salem was mine, bitch! Was that good enough, you fucking pussy?