Tell Me
Rap rap, ahaha rap rap, ahaha
Hip-hop rap, ahaha rap, yo
I'm a soldier, I'm a mastermind
Flashing in the flashiest fashions
That the masters buy
Passersby passing me asking me if
They can match this fly
Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy
I got a rush card, so I gotta stunt hard
Rush Limballin' while I'm
Listenin' to Tune-Yards
Baby put your shoes on
We gon' turn the club out
Dammit I broke my foot again
I might have to sub out
Nostalgia, Ultra, you hang with vultures
Nigga we eatin' good like
We Oprah's roaches buenos noches
Buenos dias frida Khalo, papas fritas
We eatin' good so they think we Free Masons
I'm about my paper like WB Mason
I'm about my paper like a
Staples or an Office Max
Never have to off a cat
Makin' money off of rap
He went from potential abortion stat
To the cat that pay his mama's mortgage cash
Lookin' fancy in a foreign flash
Chammomele tea that we pour with splash
Yeah, remember Frutopia? That
Shit was delicious
But Snapple came back around and
Put 'em out of business
Um, that's a Snapple fact
Used to eat Apple Jacks
That's that Heems rhyme that I'm
Usin' for this battle rap
Still got love for you
Nothin' like them other dudes
I am fly, you Hudson News
Leave MCs so cut and bruised
Comfortable like Huxtables
But fuck eating my vegetables
Yo, how come they don't sell batteries
On the train no more
I guess it's cause the iPod came out
I guess it's cause the iPod came out
Yeah, I'm fresher than Samantha, strange man
Odwalla catch me up in Walhala, I'll holla
I put Snapple in Vitamin Water for two bucks
Pepsi came and bought it
For nothin' like what the fuck
I'm from National Wholesale Liquidators
Rock bottom, Odd Lot and all the haters
Does Benihana even sell wontons?
Donald just put me on a bonton
Yes I did man, I goddamn did
I'm five foot ten, I might just win
I'm tryin' not to die like them
Laid out in the street like Mr hooper, nigga
I remember havin' to eat
Two scoops for dinner
But it's all good, post Obama and post Ye
Three Six got an Oscar, it's all okay
Man, I beg your pardon, Trayvon Martin
Atlanta is my home
But we treated like Martians
I used to be a square like a Marlboro carton
Like, niggas wasn't callin' me
Nigga like last week
Only nigga in some nigga brown
Pants as we speak
Yeah, Gambino say it twice, ATM machine
Nawmean