Lyrics:
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck,
up
Bitch I know I’m up
I don’t give a fuck
And if you niggaz think I’m falling boy you outta luck
How you get a bag
Why my nigga mad
Cuz I get it
the sunshine
I dream of all the people I talked to in my lifetime
Different cultures, different nations
Happy people, lucky people feeling my vibrations
They
(gotta be)
All night long smoking that strong (smoke it up)
Got me gone so far gone (gone)
Outta my zone outta my dome (outta my head)
Like Cheech
(yeah) (dream baby)
Uh, uh, yeah, let's go
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (yeah)
Get a hard-on when I'm countin' up that
thought
That I turn into a monster (Rawr)
Oh yeah, but I ain't a monster yet
All up in my head while I'm listenin' to Trip
I got wild dreams that I wanna
To make a long story short, it worked out in the end,
And my mom's honor he did defend,
Turns out Biff was outta luck,
Ran his brand new car into a manure
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
Then you better get your ass
The fuck up out of here
She got keys to the car
Keys to the mansion
Keys to the car
Keys to the mansion
She got keys
cause they're on compilation
Hits you're the pits, call it quits, I'm the shit
Suck my dick, the professor's in session, get outta class or you're
on by this big tall guy
I saw her tell him in no uncertain terms
Get outta my face or you gonna get burned
He walked off like a hang-dog, tail between his
allow
My love affair with rap to fade, I'll sink into the page
Pleasure and the pain that came from rulin' the game
And the half Dominican that gave me
into it
I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I let them talk when
My goons get hellish
The only way
won't be gettin back in the CPT
[Chorus]
Niggas tryin to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't give a fuck
First I warn you with my rhyme
then I'll
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
out, yeah tit for tat it
Extra pussy get distracting
Put that into what's worth having (boy)
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan
Stick to the plan,
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
splendour
Don't take offence at my innuendo
You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it
I left my wallet in El
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it
I left my wallet in El
Drove my Challenger down Route 9
Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes
The promise was broken
Cashed in a few of my dreams
Well I built that
the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa)
Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like
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