Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
don't you worry about them monsters and nightmares, it's all in your head
It's crazy how life changes
Insane how we try to stay the same
It's crazy how
(Yeah, yeah)
Big stepper they call me a monster (A monster)
What's the price of a black man's life
I'm ready to die for these chains and this ice around
way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
Me come them
I'm a monster
They should've made me playable in DarkStalkers
All the opps are sus, bet they're really impostors
Certified by your favorite, bet you
eventually I figured it out
That's what it's all about
It's all a big test to see if you're going to pout
So I kept my head up and thank goodness for the help
shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my homies
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out here
Bittersweet reveries bloom inside this head of mine
Rose tint moments in the concrete of a tortured mind
Bursting through the tainted soil, thorns
in the morning, sleep at night
Nothing's ever easy, that's alright
There's a monster in our heads
He's comatose and underfed
But growing up means
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Ay, ay, yo it's Big Baller B
Here doing a cover of, uh lil Dicky's, uh
Song about the Earth alright?
Ay, ay, heh ay, ay, ay
Yeah, I need to clean
Ay, ay, yo it's Big Baller B
Here doing a cover of, uh lil Dicky's, uh
Song about the Earth alright?
Ay, ay, heh ay, ay, ay
Yeah, I need to clean
monster
I'm not playing pretend
He only comes out at night
And when you turn on the light
He'll turn into clothes and grow horns on his head
Ding dong,
uncle sip it
Goin through itz that in my grand-mother's kitchen
Head in his lap, Grand-mom bitchin
Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin and itchin
Back
Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi's
Fuck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
Fuck with us y'all go lose it
"Voodoo on a stick"
She had a big fat head and a skinny body
I wouldn't be caught with her
Alone at a party
Igor was there with the monster crew
I seen
and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
(Glah)
I'm tryna get to the
I'm tryna get to the bread
I'm tryna get to the bread
Stupid bitch get the fuck out my head
Hear no evil can't hear with
rolling up big ones
Big Dawg only move when its business
I was smart i only failed by attendance
Rolex pointers you can check out the pendants
And i was
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
new crib ain't big enough, where the helicopter gon' land
Hard drive wasn't big enough, so I documented by hand
What was passed down ain't deep enough,
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