Tyler, The Creator - Ziploc (Freestyle)** lyrics

whats the point of being rich when you wake up alone whats the point of going home when it aint nobody there f*ck that i grab my bike and phone home in the air and i pedal through the city with the wide frame steer with that tall pale boy that i met last year grape, thats what i call em, love, thats what i fall in fell in i aint like sports growing up but now im balling i guess im a late bloomer high tide bottoms cause the neck on lunar them GOLF le FLEUR unos cause, we dont do puma thats 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds you aint gotta like him and you aint gotta respect him for playing chess with these n***as that think that theyre bench pressing leg day is getting skipped, guess who really running s**t?(ziploc) young teezy it aint easy lungs wheezy in this b***h new slaves got yall n***as feeling breezy on the ship pour a fanta in your poison so its easier to sip huh? my s**t leaked two weeks before that release date first week, did dos, 1,000 off ,beat meek shout out meek! two n***as first week top 3! i cant even get a song to play on the radio but trippled in them ratings tv channels still pay me tho pharrell told me not to trip i am in my ziploc feel like i got the best album out i know i got the best album out preechhh.