Tyler, The Creator Freestyle On Real Late With Rosenberg lyrics

In the studio right now with Ebro, my n*gga Rosenberg right here and he know, that me and Vince go way back just like Lebron hairline against somebody. sh*t I don't know, I don't really watch basketball but I play with a couple balls, me and Vincent having threesomes, rolling up the weed crumbs. n*ggas know that I'm dumb, n*ggas know that he's stu-pid and you know I stay there because it's stu-kid. Never leave the stoop, copped a new Coupe. About to cop McLaren after tall with no damn roof. And I be playing guitar, n*gga I'm a damn star. Can't even walk down the street without damn calls of security following, and bad b*tches swallowing, and n*ggas can't see the f*cking ice cause it's hollowed-in. And shout out been balling, n*gga making checks. Can't think of nothing, what's next? But f*ck it, n*ggas know that I'm going hard, I'm getting rod, fat Eminem and a dark n*gga from Amistad. And Sandra Bullock in the cut n' sh*t. What the f*ck, my n*gga Lionel buff as f*ck and uhh any b*tches in here with big ol' butts? Nah, this sh*t is wack, white girl got the flat one. Wanna point out the black one. Something, got me a stack of money inside the pocket, n*gga can't hold no wallet, but know I go hard, know my wallet go yard with the Golf on it. Yeah n*gga I make bread, I don't even rap about rape no more, that sh*t is dead. Now I'm f*ckin b*tches and coppin sh*t that's too damn expensive. N' everybody just hate the new sh*t, they never listen, cause I'm not sad, don't cry about my dad. But sh*t I don't know, getting ass-shots after tour, I don't know what is going