Rocky, Ferg and Kanye Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
f*ck you, it's the alien
It's the monster and I don't know what to say to him
I got a date again, I was late again
Head up ate it then, and I was faded then
Well f*ck it then, got a gun, tuck it then
Real friends, ya' stuck with them

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Like Jada said "when you thinkin' then you thinkin' of a problem"
And I come from Harlem, click pow, revolve em'
You don't want no problems, y'all n*gga will starve em'
I don't give a f*ck, click pow, revolve em'
A lord will save 'em, empty wave 'em
Come through flame 'em, the dollar engrave em'
I'm hopin' 'Ye save 'em, comin' with the-

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I invented "save a hoe", save the flow
I invented going broke, I didn't save the dough
But they paid me though
Ain't it though, and the most hated though
f*ck, yeah, yeah, A$AP, eh, Ferg

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
He invented "save a hoe", I saved it though
I like "neverhoe" and Navajo
Not a hoe, come through a lot of dough
Getting cream, artichoke
I oughta choke a lot of you n*ggas on the block
Come through with the Glock
Trap Lord on my stomach and I'm feelin' like I'm 'Pac
You will get shot don't play with the kid
Aim to your wig, I spray at your bed
n*ggas better lay on the eh, and I do it how I do it
n*ggas still ridin' in the Buick, lookin' all stupid
Lookin' foolish
[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
Above you like God, and like the lord said
Tell that b*tch to suck my f*ckin' long golden sword
Swore to lord, I said it before
Man curious like George
I f*ck ya broad when I'm bored
Never gave a f*ck about sh*t I can't afford
I just get it then I explore it and then ignore it
Until the day came when I got a chance or an advance
And I bought what I wanted for my parents
f*ck you n*ggas know chain hangin' from my pants
Never on the low in the stands I don't dance
In the club by the door, with the gun by my hands
By my pants a motherf*ckin' eighty-

[Verse 6: A$AP Ferg & Kanye West]
I'ma tell all you n*ggas, y'all n*ggas owe me
I'm gettin' cheese you still gettin' baloney
You think you on top but you n*ggas below me
b*tch you could blow me, homie, you don't know me
This the D-F-E-R-G with the homies
A-$-A-P, T-R-A-P, L-O-R-D, n*gga, pay me
Yeezy comin' through, please, believe me
Ya'll n*ggas cheesy, lookin' all greasy
Y'all n*gga don't wanna mess with yeezy
I got the motherf*ckin' cheese in my deesy
We might have to call Jeezy for the adlibs
Or Weezy for a bad b*tch
With my 700 Yeezys on
I got 700 Yeezys, homes
Believe me, homes