[Chaz Bundick:]
Fuck you runnin' for, nigga?
Aye, nigga, come here, nigga!
Let me try that hat on,
I told you come over here, stupid bitch,
Come over here with that weak ass hat!
[Tyler, the Creator:]
All y'all niggas smokin' y'all brains out,
In the car called life take the lame route,
Goin' nowhere fast but you think that you not,
‘Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out.
In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop, pop
At his drop top, took another lame out.
Oh, you the big, nigga? Took a hit, nigga?
Well, I hope you understand you ain't shit, nigga,
‘Cause them niggas whole purpose is to get niggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out.
Now that gang is out to get you,
But you stuck in the same house,
Nigga, never came out, wow!
It's a shame how you got sucked in that life,
But, hey, man, at least you got a name now,
They say you a real nigga ‘cause you kill niggas,
Nuts for that ice and that cream, banana peel niggas,
Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out
For they approval, boy, you can't even hang out.
That light you hit, it was the light I held,
That's why you never ever see me with my chains out,
I don't need to, truth, they don't feed you,
Lies what they got on their plate, they gon' eat you,
They got a homie called Karma, he gon' meet you,
Better look the other way if he ever see you,
And run as fast as you can, nigga!
[Chaz Bundick:]
That's the shit I be talkin' ‘bout, though,
We ain't tryna hear that shit, my nigga!
Cuz, stay preachy cuz,
Like, nigga, come on, homie!
I don't wanna hear that shit, preachy shit, my nigga!
Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?
I don't give a fuck, nigga,
Whatchu mean?