[00:00.00] 作词 : Tyler Okonma/Dwayne Carter/Kanye West
[00:00.09] 作曲 : Tyler Okonma/Dwayne Carter/Kanye West/Gabriele Ducros
[00:00.18]For your boy
[00:02.59]I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
[00:05.85]I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga
[00:09.28]Money, money, money, money
[00:12.16]Money ain't the motive
[00:13.53]What's your name again? Nobody knows it
[00:15.67]Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
[00:17.94]I'm focused
[00:18.80](Two, three, four) Bring in the horns
[00:21.51]They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket
[00:25.56]I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter
[00:27.48]Boyce Watkin's a b***h, please come and get me
[00:29.52]Said I suck him at your neck, like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
[00:32.32]Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody ****ing with me
[00:35.26]I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon
[00:38.43]And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it
[00:41.51]Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber
[00:44.51]But you ****ed up as a parent, your child idol's a nigge
[00:47.54]I clearly don't give a ****, so you could run that shit bac
[00:50.79]And **** your loud pac
[00:52.28]And **** your Snapcha
[00:53.73]Cherry Bomb
[00:54.91]The greatest ****ing album since the days of soun
[00:57.15]And that shit gon' po
[00:58.14]Just like that b***h that was never 'roun
[01:00.06]Damn, 'bout to drop
[01:01.57]Gas 'em up, thick exhaust
[01:03.02]Young T, came quick, hard to beat, shit is sof
[01:05.96]We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
[01:09.11]Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
[01:10.84]Put that ****ing cow on my level
[01:12.96]'Cause I'm raising the stakes
[01:14.44]Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
[01:17.64]When we ate it's the steaks, now our section is great
[01:20.51]'Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plat
[01:23.68]'Ye!
[01:24.32]Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me?
[01:28.75]'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas check
[01:31.32]But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nik
[01:34.76]Richer than white people with black kids
[01:39.21]Scarier than black people with ideas
[01:42.40]Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
[01:45.05]But I feel like Michael Jordan
[01:46.25]Scottie Pippen at my weddin'
[01:47.87]They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me
[01:51.19]You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me
[01:54.12]I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
[01:57.02]I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite or somethin'
[02:00.07]I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
[02:02.27]I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?"
[02:05.14]Yeah, my nigga; it's on, it's on, it's on, it's o
[02:08.58]I know they told they white daughters
[02:10.22]"Don't bring home Jerome"
[02:11.38]I am the free nigga archetyp
[02:13.74]I am the light and the beacon
[02:15.86]You can ask the deacon
[02:17.19]It's funny, when you get extra money
[02:19.82]Every joke you tell just be extra funny
[02:22.72]I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
[02:25.73]B***h, bathroom break, nose extra runny
[02:28.89]And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
[02:31.80]Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
[02:34.72]And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop,
[02:37.15]I hopped out, like wassup?
[02:38.74]Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold u
[02:42.18]I studied the proportions
[02:51.19]Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level
[02:53.82]Had a drink with Fear, and I was textin' God
[02:56.50]He said "I gave you a big d**k, so go extra hard
[02:59.52]For your boy
[03:02.97]I'm tryna cop the new McLaren
[03:04.42]With the vertical doors
[03:05.71]I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks
[03:07.16]Got a trampoline in my room, damn
[03:09.73](2, 3, 4)
[03:12.27]Hold your ****ing horse
[03:13.91]Niggas really ****ing thought that T lost i
[03:17.19]Like I bet it at a auction
[03:19.59]Been exhausted
[03:20.45]I been workin'
[03:21.11]While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
[03:23.94]****ing losers
[03:25.43]Hold your ****ing ponies my homi
[03:28.10]I'll whip your donkey by my lonely
[03:29.68]I eat p***y like Shoney's (Yeah)
[03:31.65]It's Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies
[03:34.20]I knock 'em down, Domino effect, no pepperoni
[03:37.74]I swear
[03:38.38]This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys
[03:40.67]For the nine-nine and two-thousand
[03:43.14]But its the two-thou'
[03:44.38]And the one-four
[03:45.55]And the one-five
[03:46.74]Yo, what up Wayne?
[03:48.21]What up Slime? Nigga, go hard
[03:50.39]Yeah, I'mma go hard like before 'caine
[03:52.91]Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
[03:55.47]Life is a broad, and she give brain
[03:58.08]That's that road head Yeah
[03:59.48]That's a dream car
[04:00.41]Got a full tank of that same year I was born
[04:03.35]That's that one-nine-nine-one
[04:05.46]'Nother nigga like I, you won't find on
[04:08.18]'Cause b***h I'm a god, a divine on
[04:10.62]Tune
[04:11.53]My trigger finger wise
[04:12.74]But my 9 dumb Yeah
[04:13.82]Middle finger blind
[04:15.07]So it's **** A-N-Y-on
[04:17.02]Shit, skate, and die son
[04:18.53]A hundred ways to die son
[04:20.19]I'm starin' at a tramp-on-lean
[04:21.94]Make my eye jump
[04:23.25]Use Adderall like alarm clocks
[04:25.71]Wake my high up
[04:26.63]Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
[04:29.34]I stick my Rolie in her mouth, let the time come
[04:31.79]She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda
[04:35.02]Oh my goodness
[04:36.07]Wayne, them ugly nigga
[04:37.31]These niggas colder than Tommy' budd
[04:39.11]Ye, we hittin' models
[04:40.24]Like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
[04:42.33]Nigga, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel
[04:45.52](Black ass nigga
[04:46.41]They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterlin
[04:49.01]Boy, lets get a scrimmage
[04:50.43]And cut some nigga
[04:51.43]I'll bring the Clippers
[04:52.46]And a couple owners that's kinda German
[04:54.61]You bring the nooses
[04:55.66]And a couple trees, where the money grow
[04:57.78]And get bodies burnin'
[04:58.81]'Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper
[05:00.96]Or Jews in Berlin
[05:02.04]Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingha
[05:05.30]My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon was
[05:09.14]**** us
[05:10.09]Maybe we should team up
[05:11.41]Anti-Golf boys
[05:12.73]'Cause I don't **** with me eithe
[05:14.64]I'm a liar, I'm a nigga (Uhh..
[05:16.44]Son you need Jesus
[05:17.76]But I heard he left Sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus
[05:21.11]Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
[05:24.25]And you b*****s prayin' that we squash the beef, like zucchin
[05:27.50]I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
[05:30.33]Or lame, nor strange
[05:32.03]Nah niggas, it's Golf Wan

作词 : Tyler Okonma/Dwayne Carter/Kanye West
作曲 : Tyler Okonma/Dwayne Carter/Kanye West/Gabriele Ducros
For your boy
I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga
Money, money, money, money
Money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
(Two, three, four) Bring in the horns
They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket
I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter
Boyce Watkin's a b***h, please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck, like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody ****ing with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon
And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it
Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber
But you ****ed up as a parent, your child idol's a nigge
I clearly don't give a ****, so you could run that shit bac
And **** your loud pac
And **** your Snapcha
Cherry Bomb
The greatest ****ing album since the days of soun
And that shit gon' po
Just like that b***h that was never 'roun
Damn, 'bout to drop
Gas 'em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, shit is sof
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that ****ing cow on my level
'Cause I'm raising the stakes
Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate it's the steaks, now our section is great
'Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plat
'Ye!
Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me?
'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas check
But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nik
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan
Scottie Pippen at my weddin'
They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?"
Yeah, my nigga; it's on, it's on, it's on, it's o
I know they told they white daughters
"Don't bring home Jerome"
I am the free nigga archetyp
I am the light and the beacon
You can ask the deacon
It's funny, when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
B***h, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop,
I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold u
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level
Had a drink with Fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big d**k, so go extra hard
For your boy
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren
With the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks
Got a trampoline in my room, damn
(2, 3, 4)
Hold your ****ing horse
Niggas really ****ing thought that T lost i
Like I bet it at a auction
Been exhausted
I been workin'
While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
****ing losers
Hold your ****ing ponies my homi
I'll whip your donkey by my lonely
I eat p***y like Shoney's (Yeah)
It's Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies
I knock 'em down, Domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys
For the nine-nine and two-thousand
But its the two-thou'
And the one-four
And the one-five
Yo, what up Wayne?
What up Slime? Nigga, go hard
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before 'caine
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad, and she give brain
That's that road head Yeah
That's a dream car
Got a full tank of that same year I was born
That's that one-nine-nine-one
'Nother nigga like I, you won't find on
'Cause b***h I'm a god, a divine on
Tune
My trigger finger wise
But my 9 dumb Yeah
Middle finger blind
So it's **** A-N-Y-on
Shit, skate, and die son
A hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp-on-lean
Make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks
Wake my high up
Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
I stick my Rolie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda
Oh my goodness
Wayne, them ugly nigga
These niggas colder than Tommy' budd
Ye, we hittin' models
Like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Nigga, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterlin
Boy, lets get a scrimmage
And cut some nigga
I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners that's kinda German
You bring the nooses
And a couple trees, where the money grow
And get bodies burnin'
'Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper
Or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingha
My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon was
**** us
Maybe we should team up
Anti-Golf boys
'Cause I don't **** with me eithe
I'm a liar, I'm a nigga (Uhh..
Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left Sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus
Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you b*****s prayin' that we squash the beef, like zucchin
I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange
Nah niggas, it's Golf Wan