#12
Earl Sweatshirt feat. Tyler The Creator Lyrics

Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
Do you think you're the best? Is that what you believe?

Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Do you think you're cool for having sex and making money?

Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
Are you proud of dealing drugs out of a run-down building?

Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
Do you think doing drugs makes you look cool?

You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need
I don't want or need that kind of lifestyle

I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
I'm better than all of you and you know it

See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
I believe in myself and my abilities

And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
I agree with myself and my reflection

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
I have colorful jewelry and am a nice person

Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
My jewelry says a lot about me and my personality

Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
I go to the streets with intensity

They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
They better hurry up because they don't have much time left

Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
I'll shoot them before they know it and reload my weapon

Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I represent the Golf Wang crew and that's who I support

I tell my fucking [?]
I tell my group of people something that's unclear

Now lets reload the aim-o
Let's reload the gun and get back to business

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Can't we just have fun and not worry about drama?

Want the truth in the [?]
I want the truth about something that's not specified

And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the snare
You'll get in trouble if you don't watch out

Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
Schoolboy Q is my friend and I trust him

That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
Schoolboy Q is not that bad and it's not a big deal

It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We're the Golf Wang crew and we have a good time without being gay

We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
We party hard and have a good time like JoJo and Diggy Simmons

No ship in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
There's no one like me and I want a unique woman like Iggy Azalea

We been Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
We've been cool since before Batman had a sidekick

Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
You'll see me wearing Vans like a soccer mom

And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
Their clothes are blue like a Dodgers game and I can't handle it

You can't bitch, I'm a problem
You can't mess with me because I'm powerful

You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my noggin
You'll get hurt like the bad thoughts in my head

Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
I'm pushing myself harder than they do in the sport of quidditch from Harry Potter

All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
There's always one black person at my shows like the TV show Curb Your Enthusiasm starring Larry David

And I'm that nigga
I'm the best and everyone knows it

Meaning I'm two niggas
I'm twice as good as everyone else

I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
I have a mental disorder and I'm the best at everything

Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
The colors of my necklace remind you of my private parts

And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow
I don't like most of you and I'm making a reference to a racist law system as a joke

Don't get offended, love being darkskinned
Don't take offense, I'm proud of my dark skin

23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants
I'm 23 and own a house but don't have anyone renting it

And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
I'm not a fan of sports but I'll play tennis on a court

Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
Is that a fancy necklace you're wearing? Mind your own business

See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's the explosive nature of my music, I get excited

That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
That's my expensive car that I bought in 1991 from Chevron

Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
I'm promoting my music festival, wearing Vans, and disliking Jordan shoes

Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)
I used to throw up a lot but now I throw awesome parties

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but kinda macho, boy
I'm a crazy, cool, manly guy

I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda loco
I have some hispanic friends who are a little crazy

Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
I carry a small, powerful gun and share some nachos with my friends

Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a taco
Then, for the money, he'll shoot someone just like a taco shell is filled with meat

So grab your goggles, nigga
Get ready and be aware of what's happening

Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
It's Taco Tuesday, but you probably don't want to participate

Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Do you know about Fairfax street, where we used to be in charge?

Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
Someone else took over the store and I don't like it

(Man, he really took the store)
(I'm serious, he really took it)

Crack a cracker with a barrel
Shoot a white person with a shotgun

Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
I have tattoos that represent the gang lifestyle, not a Louis Vuitton handkerchief

[?] got me crip crazy
Something unspecified makes me crazy for the crip lifestyle

Pants heavy, sag to the left
My pants are drooping and to the left

With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe bags
I have my belt fastened and don't need to hide my face, I'll just put toe tags on my victims

Still the blunts getting past ya
You're still not noticing the joints that are being passed around

Ain't worried bout no niggas, nigga
I'm not concerned with anyone else

Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
I don't cry over losers, I just have gunpowder on my hands

Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
Get some medical attention because of the way I walk, associated with the crip gang

You was clown-dancing
You were making a fool of yourself

You wanna be me, huh?
You wish you were as cool as me

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Because my cousin is bad at rapping and lies about the things he's done

Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
These are labels for my crew and you can't deny it

Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your gums
You messed with a weak person, watch what you say next time

Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
You'll have missing teeth and your mom won't recognize you if you keep up this behavior

My square homie's license, double life in my trunk
My law-abiding friend's license is in my car, where I also have things for illegal activity

Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs
We're tough and capable of anything, even breaking handcuffs

Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck
I have a criminal record, two cups for my drink, and will avoid trouble

You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast
If you want to be like us, you need to embrace the crip lifestyle

You want to steer that wheel
You want to be in control

You want to smoke that kil'
You want to smoke a lot of weed

Well who am I?
I'm the one who controls that lifestyle and can give it to you