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up a long time
R.O.S.C.O.E. I done blew up like a landmine
And I'm winnin by a land slide

[Chorus]
I got my own steps
I got my own style
[repeat 4x]

my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3D

Odd Toddlers

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

on acid, tablets
Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D glasses
I suffer from ADHD
I should win a fucking award for being me
Beat banging

Time to step away from my home
Many different places that I go
Time to step away from my roads
Please don't leave it vacant in my soul
Time to step

No entity can step to me on the astral mental or physical plane
Try test me on the 3d and I'll straight up take man out of his physical state
Force

C2D couldn't get the bigger picture, get him glasses so he could see 3D
Get the Mac, i release and squeeze
You not the only one who wanna see me bleed

fresh air's
I step out like I need some fresh air
By the way y'all I'm having my best year
Any bullshit come my way I'm James Harden with the stepback

loose
I drink milk that's
Moo juice
Made my own beats with
Fruit loops
Now the whole team eats with 
New shoes
Look, I step up the game
No matter

appearing from thin air to 3d
Shooting impossibles till I hit 3p
Made it up top easly tapping 3 p's
Gotta make sure my whole fucking team eats
Losing at this

dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own

breaky 
New black shirt on the kakki 
That shit be looking 3D
cin't no motherfucker I'm tryna be
I'm riding my own wave
I ain't even put the bullet in 
Got

Let the pencil spill then I lyrikill, it gets critical
Y'all don't deserve my shit, give y'all the pee pee
Bitches on my WeeWee can't see me with 3D

jetting
I'm jetting on a run way
I can step my level up in one day
And not only step it up in one way
And they can't set me up I'm not a dumb brain
You have

life
(Right?) but I also know that as a man
Some mud can turn to blood
When you want it off your hands
Woke up from my street dream
Came up with a master

on your own, how to get rich, nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya how to get rich, nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
On the Rolls in the pass you took
When

on your own, own, how to get rich nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya, how to get rich nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you

bong just end the relation
I pull up with my theme song finna killem like jason
You put on that suit and badge we no longer related
200 on the dash i

ignoring the person I was meant to be!

Forced an outcome again
Pushed a line up to its end
I have learnt to cloud my virtue
Too much I'm using my own

lovers lovers
All different colors colors colors
They don't really love us

Back when Roscoe Dash had niggas tryna sip Moscato
I was minding my own

your break when you had least expect it, so you gotta brace for that mess
My castle fell and I'm rebuilding from this shit I got left
Brick by brick,

break the tree up on the car dash make the windows fog
Talk beautiful girls I mean beautiful creatures you had to be there in a moment my G
This

Pretend I said that one 6 times 

Now what? 
I'll just read from my drafts first then I can spit a real verse
Ok, well

-	Dash, can technically just sing

They put an Arabian nerd from the Suburbs
Tryna have a nigga swag up against Mr cass?
My bars goes over niggas
Heads like a mistletoe
So you can kiss my

tonsils
Penthouse sweet
Eating chiccen from Roscoe
Now we slide
Slide
Slide
Slide
Slide
Slide
They know that we with it we stand on business all of my young