Yo, now you gon' storm me from the top, listen, shout-out Harlem, man, shout-out A$AP Rocky, man, Aug in the building, man, what's good, is that potato salad, yo, listen, niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself, so I keep a hot waist, an alligator, the belt, ain't got a belt with a holster, I ain't playin' games, but got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller, you can press the next out, triangle your nose, pause your life if you squares, try to mess with my O's, whoa, so cut the *** like *** barbers, cause we really with the beef like cards of the gay fathers, nigga, we get dollars, give him the bin baller, exchange for them chains, I saw shiny with thick water, I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream, I whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream, and cop oars, and I draw a stick, I whip cream, and cop cribs, I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleepin' on me, explain why they got *** dreams, I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam, married to the money, my bitch green, no, I don't sit lean, but ridin', ridin' rockets, like, yeah, I mean, y'all niggas weak, they thought I was goofy and all mouses, double C my luggage and fill em' with cone blouses, y'all cop cush, my nigga, I cop houses, and fill em' with some Leo to capture some cold sproutses, nigga, where we, Rocky, A$AP, Gothboy, where we at, nigga, in Paris, *** clothes, I cop pieces, couple dots with me, and them hoes is like divas, got my Vans on, but they look like sneakers, lift a couple packs, bass guard in the speakers, bass all in the speakers, in the field like baseball, play ball, face wall, when polices come, I don't rock Chanel, I rock Chanel, and no, this ain't a purse, it's a statue, bless her, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze, but if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you, got a bullet with your name on the barrel, if hollows don't clip, you get knit like it's cat food, that dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue, bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a statue, go to any nigga with money up in my bracket, then I think about the state of rapping, all the freshmen's in the classes, all the super seniors mumbling and rambling, mumbling and rapping, mumble rapping, I find it hard to find actual talent, I find it hard to find an actual challenge, I'm like Shabazz Palace's last ass to hit, elaborate rap, laughs labyrinth, wrote to Kodaks, Blacks, Lazarus, called drops on the album skits, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo on the Glock, weird nigga full suit, with the sandals and the socks, stop, and bass on my neck, boy, you would think I hate glass homes, way I'm handling the rocks, who cast the first stone, bitch it's me, *** your thought, real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top, and I'm picking up guitar, still I'm nigga bum, niggas wish they could make a garden shed, but they sleeping on me man like they arm is dead, I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bread, born, you ain't animal, you all corn,