Rusty - Tyler The Creator

I'm saying you know like

All I ever told you to do was grow up don't grow down

You know like you know grow up

Don't grow down grow out

You go from being a kid doing your thing hanging out with friends

Months later you're world famous

You're a gay rights activist and you don't even know it

You know what I don't wanna say it to you no more

TylerF**k you Tyler

Watch me get this money ni**a tired of being hungry ni**a

Nothing funny sass me while I'm thrashing I'mma punch a ni**a

Never made of plastic I'm a savage you look lunch my ni**a

Passing all you hating f**king fags we don't discuss my ni**a

We ain't on no jolly sh*t and we don't pop no mollies b**ch

I'm hockin' spitting got some niggas out here poppin' ollie switch

Buncha novices Odd Future the squad its thick

Them young niggas is back and brash attacking with no common sense

We the last of a dying breed

And we don't give a f**k so we cannot supply your needs

You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying please

My pocket's solid making profit off the highest tees

B**ch [ ] twerk as I get on the verse cursin'

Ni**a Dom so cool I refer him in third person

Watch me get this money I'm up when the bird's chirpin'

Make actions f**k rehearsing

Ni**a summer fall winter-time 24/365

You niggas gon' give me mine I don't have plenty time

Flying out at any time getting money any grind

You niggas gon' give me mine you niggas gon' give me mine

Ni**a summer fall winter-time 24/365

You niggas gon' give me mine I don't have plenty time

Flying out at any time getting money any grind

You niggas gon' give me mine you niggas gon' give me mine

In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather

Sitting on Tumblr never outside or enjoying the weather

Can name a sweater but not a talent or don't know if whether

Or not they got one tried to change their life for the better

I was a drama club kid I'd run with a fun dip my nuts itched

I was defiant always said "F**k sh*t"

Hated the popular ones now I'm the popular one

Also hated homes too til I start coppin' me some

See I don't beez in the trap ni**a I beez in the b's

And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a Shell

F**king sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele

And b**ches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille

I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers and well

I tried to tell the kids like f**k it start being yourself

These f**king rappers got stylists it's cause they can't think for themselves

See they don't have an identity so they needed some help but

Really boy Posers looking silly boy

I'm in that past season 'Preme sh*t older than Tity Boi

Not a diss but same with ice cream my sh*t is [Diddy Riese]

Na'kel Smith Transworld page 64

Poppin' like oil ollies and fire flames

I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the f**king quiet game

The f**k am I saying Tyler's not even a violent name

I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes

But he rapes women and spit wrong like he hate dentists

God damn menace 666 and he's not finished

And my sh*t's missing he hates women but loves kittens

See y'all niggas trippin' man

Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong

Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs

Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil hold that grudge against me

Though I'm the reason that her motherf**king son got to eat

Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind

But talk is money I said "Hi " I guess I bought him some time

Look at the ones in the crowd That sh*t is barnacles huh

They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival huh

But then again I'm an athiest that just worships Satan

And it's probably why I'm not getting no f**king album placements

And MTV could suck my d**k and I ain't f**kin' playing

Bruh they never played it I just won sh*t for their f**king ratings"

Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape

All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes

But what about me b**ch I'm getting sick of complaints

But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank

Over and over sh*t who really gives a f**k what I think

My fans don't think turning on me sh*t they're almost extinct

F**k buying studio time I'mma go purchase a shrink

Record the session and send all you motherf**kers a link b**ch

Ni**a summer fall winter-time 24/365Y

Ou niggas gon' give me mine I don't have plenty time

Flying out at any time getting money any grind

You niggas gon' give me mine you niggas gon' give me mine

Ni**a summer fall winter-time 24/365

You niggas gon' give me mine I don't have plenty time

Flying out at any time getting money any grind

You niggas gon' give me mine you niggas gon' give me mine

This sh*t just like the nights I look forward to not remembering

So much for being sober I hope that you can forgive me

But Momma I'm close to the edge as possible

I'm seeing it's a drop in my occular jumping like they told me

That the 40's half off like you know that cliff

Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that sh*t

Or get compared to f**king pair with all the program kids

So maybe a pair of pale b**ches for the gonads lick

Malt liquor filling me up and all us not giving no f**ks and

All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts

Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs

Samuel's here

Where's Wolf

F**king faggot

Salem was mine b**ch

Was that good enough you f**king p**sy