Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ ScHoolboy Q Album: Cherry Bomb Song: The Brown Stains of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 (Remix) Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyler, the Creator] Oh you the motherfuckin' man, huh? Oh you be fuckin' bitches, countin' all the bands, huh? Oh you be trappin' out the bando sellin' grams, huh? Oh you be smokin', drinkin' lean and poppin' Xans, huh? You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need I'm tellin' y'all niggas, y'all ain't fuckin' with me See I look in the mirror and he said "You are the man" And I said, "Hey man, I agreeee" Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow Your neck reflects your personality and mine is yellow Boy I hit the block, like I hate Legos They know, they got +30 Seconds+, Jared Leto Before they see some halos and I reload the ammo Boy, it's Golf Wang-o and that's the squad I bang-o Until my fuckin' brain go, now let's reload the aim-o Can't a nigga get some fuckin' chaos in hurr? I'm the truth and the dare And you can get your ass beat like a kick and a snare Schooly-boy's my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s That boy's not that bad, ehh, it's no Biggie It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo We black out and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy No ship in this series since I pissed off Iggy man We been that man since Batman had a sidekick Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers Solve 'em (oh no!) you can't bitch, I'm a problem And you'll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter All my shows got one black in it like Larry David And I'm that nigga, meanin' I'm two niggas, I'm schizo Brent Lowe, my motherfuckin' bingo Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow Don't get offended, love being darkskinned 23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants And I don't like sports but the court got a tennis Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bid'ness See, that's that "Cherry Bomb", get my burr on That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans Went from throwin' up to throwing carnivaaals (yeah nigga!) Boy I'm a sicko, flaco nigga but kinda macho Boy I got some vatos and shout out to Schooly, he kinda loco Pack a de la pistol, we splittin' nachos then for that cheese Boy he was using some shells just like a taco so grab your goggles Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy we was runnin' that Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that (Man, he, he really took the store) [ScHoolboy Q] Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (yeah) Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (rag) Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (uh, sup cuz?) Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped, no face mask nigga, just toe tags Still the blunts gettin' passed, yeah, ain't worried 'bout no niggas (nigga) Grieve over suckers (sucker) gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle) Call the ambulances (ambulances!) I'm from the era of crip walkin' You was clown-dancin', you wanna be me, huh? Your cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he ain't done It's Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue Pussy boy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums Teeth missin', moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump (whew!) My square homie's license, double life in my trunk (whew!) Mind, power, body and soul, we break handcuffs I got a strike on my record, double cups and duck You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kil' Wait, who am I~?!