[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
Ice, melting in my chain
Pretty as my hair
Ugly as my name
Dirty as my gold
Comfy as my chair
Ugly is my name
Ugly is my name
[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
You ever seen a n***a hung
With a gold chain
I rather sing about the same things
That we claim
Such is bashful
But n***as like a task force
Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores
With ski masks, bruh
n***as ask for peace in riot to bring violence
Cause it's a game of cat and mouse
And you gonna bleed silent
What the justice is saying, "f** it and grab the pump"
Then k** a women and many children makes you a chump
[Verse 2: Logic]
See, I'm a motherf**ing lyricist, b**hes they fearing us
Back in the day they wasn't hearing this, now I'm the one who's steering this
I'm self-driven, will he k** it? – That's a lyrical given
New-School style but the 90's is where my lyrics living
My flow is like another Earth, Second nature
I disintegrate ya', migrate ya', then light-saber decapitate ya'
In the beginning they said it was fabricated, as soon as the numbers escalated
But these f**ers just mad that I made it
More chains than when a slave traded check it
I'm under MC's skin like muscle tissue, what's the issue?
If you talking sh** then Im'a hit you
Grab a pistol then whip you, then dip you in lava, ain't no one ‘liver
Second I arrive I murder it, no you never heard of it
So sick my lyrics I don't spit – I regurgitate them
As listeners chronologically study my words, verbatim
Assa**inate em', the second I raid them like five-0
We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now
I mask emotions like a robbery, cause when it comes to matters of the heart
Women will clog your arteries
Visionary - V's up – Rattpack
Young Sinatra, Maryland's what I'm reppin'
Conceal the flow behind the image like a murder weapon
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Look at all the stores you wreckin'
n***a I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems but brother they got theirs
This is not a gang, quit violence, and grow a pair
But, yo
You rather hear me say "f** the black prejudice"
Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant
Views and etcetera
Knives thrown
Damage them lives blown
Oblivion ole cold
Oblivious
[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
My mom caught me jackin' off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel
Sippin' a cherry Fanta to match my dress and my purple heels
Looking like I'm Santa but skinny in a black weave, it's real
In a stolen truck with my license to k**
I tell em' "I'm Frank from Montana, the king of the hill"
Except I'm a n***a from the junk yard gang
Bill Cosby couldn't spot me if I copied a duck in a bill
Simply cause I do not give a f** like virginity
Illmatic with the tactics
I do not give a f** how you feel, I got wolf
I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer
A skatin', rappin', composin' photographer is
Back like a black b**h's hairline, kilometer
Hotter than Madonnadoo-doo mama back-up dancers with the windows rolled up inside the Honda driving through Nevada during summer
Tyler, comma, the Creator is a f**ing animal
I'm such spitting like a llama, n***a
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Oh that's it
Thought there was more
Okay, I got it, cool
So, I won't regret that