They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
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Odd Future, I'm your muthafuckin' sergeant
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Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive
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Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
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No bargin', nigga that's a bargain
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Cow print t-shirt like muthafuckin' dog
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On the muthafuckin' farm with cockadoodle doodles
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I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle
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And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles
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Felines on the freetime, I'm tossin' bitches' salads
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And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
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We was flyin' to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
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Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
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To Soho, baby, Milo so dope
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The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
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Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
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(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
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My nigga, no hook
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No hook, fuck a hook
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Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
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Mainly because I am not a fuckin' HypeBeast
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I think Supreme suck, we gnarly all our Nikes
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I can wear some Wranglers, with a fuckin' White T
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Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
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In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over
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Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range
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And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange
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And I'm the only fuckin' rapper without a chain
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With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fuckin' name
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And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!"
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Them ignorant thrashin' muthafuckers is my gang
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And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from
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Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher
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White and black bitch like she's a muthafuckin' zebra
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Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
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My nigga, no hook
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No hook, fuck a hook
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(It's gold) The gold is in the back
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(It's gold) The pixels in the front
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(It's gold) The beat's a fuckin' bully
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(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
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(Gold) The pink is in the sky
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(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind
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(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
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The beat is turnin' old, so go
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Synthesizer, I'm the muthafuckin' master
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Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys
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Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
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And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic
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Nigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna bite back
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I didn't take my fuckin' Ritalin, this is a hype track
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HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
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I had you motherfuckers eatin' salad like a fat bitch
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Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on your FM
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Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
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Jack And The Beanstalk
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Tyler, The Creator |