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Produced by: Left BrainMany men has met his fate, murder I premeditateThe world is low, the devil waits, so I stay high as heaven gatesSee I'm on it everyday, minutes never go to wasteIf ain't no profit on the way then we cannot negotiateS*******e tatts for holy sakes, who's telling what the Lord will sayUntil that day, I'll be tunnel vision on the paper chaseOdd Future, **** your feelings, check the score we ****in' winnin'Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris HiltonMore potential, you's a liar, step up we will crucify yaHead first, yea it's going down like a scuba diverNeed the fire, I'll supply ya, put the hire on the blockSwag on deck, if you need it I be overstockedI'm a brother man with a swagger from the motherlandsIt tugs my hands and rubs my glans, I'm ill as ****, b***h **** your mansChingy chong, I'm in Japan, Chinch and Chong wrapped in seranKeep the bong hash in my canister, I'm headed where it's handed firstDomo rollin' up, Left Brain already smokin'You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spokenMy shades on, b***h I'm Loc'ing, no need for aggravationsCause a fake nigga and his death bed will be ****ing collaboratingKush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollersMade it stoned because I'm workin' overToo many posers tryin' to ride my boa-constrictI'm pretty sure Tyler will represent itI fell asleep before you nigga's bullshit got presentedI'm ****ing authentic, remember it, you mother****ers pretendingMe and Lego just skated the bowlNext thing you know wildin' out at Watch the ThroneI had a dead phone so I gave that little b***h my camHe snapped that shit, the mother****ers went HALike Miss Piggy c**t around KermitI'm like how many d**ks can I get a day?**** respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neckBefore I change to fit in your box, I'll make sure I cannot fit in the houseAnd I hate genres, **** hip hopI'd rather search and cop hi-top flip flops in the middle of the winterY'all like "**** them kids," like a weird babysitter mindsetMy dignity, I'm still trying to find it but I lost it somewhere in AustinIn a creek with Dawson and this vegan b***h tryin' to eat my sausageThat sounds awesome**** these parties, I'm real awkwardI stand there, I don't know what to do manI'd rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms, staring at my brand new MoonManListening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Brick Squad 1017Shout out to Waka, rest in peace SlimGolf Wang ****ing triple six we is 3 twinsFree my little b***h SweatshirtGang name stitched into my sweatshirtBow down until your ****ing neck hurtRespect me. Do we run shit? B***h, yes indeedCheech and Chong, I don't need a bongBut I do have friends who got shit that's strongI need a tree house, air hockey, ping pong, a mini rampLeanin' a tramp on a trampoline(Have you heard the end of the Window?)B***h **** the teamHey, I'm just playin', I love you niggasI hate these niggas, **** these niggas**** everybody who doubted meThe only ones I care about's the ones that surround meOdd Future!**** all you industry niggas manY'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin'"We must collab" I don't **** with none of you niggasAll y'all can suck my ****ing d**k**** all you labels**** every ****ing DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my shitSuck my ****ing d**kAnd don't come up to me at the next eventI don't want your ****ing number, your business card**** your company, I'm not performing at none of your shitDon't ask for my ****ing manager's emailI don't **** with none of you niggasGolf Wang, Free Earl b***h**** Steve Harvey
