Correction Paroles News/Flock (NFT) par Tyler, The Creator

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Part I: News

Alright, I'm coming up
Any n***a that doubted me, I'm coming up
Any hctib that looked down on me, I'm coming up
I stand out, I do my tihs
I'm always been on my tihs
I do this for my mom, I do this for my brother, I do this for my fam
Kcuf anybody that says otherwise, case closed, my n***a

He showin' signs of corruption
Then went from somethin' to nothin'
He put his hands on his mother
And now he's f**kin' his cousin
Now she's havin' his baby
The b*t*h is driving him crazy
The motherf**ker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing the truth
She kept the feelings concealede put a gun to her head
But listen

All my life, I dreamed these things
Seems surreal that I see these things
Until I D-I-E, all you n***as just P-I-E
Nah n***a can't sleep on me, ah ah
But listen
All my life, I dreamed these things
Seems surreal that I see these things
Until I D-I-E, all you n***as just P-I-E
Nah n***a can't sleep on me

Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
Or taking Henny instead
Taking liquor to her belly in bed
Until her belly is red
Now she's findin' out the baby is dead
She don't wanna live this life no more
But she's stuck because she got no cure
And she want more
She don't wanna live this life no more
But she's stuck because she got no cure
And she want more

About a quarter to noon
He started roaming these streets
Left her tied back home
Her mouth was covered with sheets
He started making observations from starting up conversations
Pill pop, left himself with no options
'Cause his mind is made and he keeps counting his days
Rather than smoking, the n***a simply going insane
Tying himself to a bridge as it began to occur
f**ker couldn't breathe, his sight had even went to a blur
Guess it's the drugs that made the n***a absurd
Thin-thin-thinking 'bout the past and all the things that he learned
But then it came to a turn
Started thinking evil thoughts in the burn
Ran for years and now the thought has retur—

Part II: Flock

pu**y popper
Young Waka Flocka
We shakin' like maracas
Don't forget Sinatra
My b*t*h is like Rihanna
Betty yet Beyoncé
Had to take her top off, gun shots'a pop off
Mi nuh f**k 'round with dem bwoy dem, dem
Bwoy dem get chop off
Tell di bwoy fi gwaan fi him
Gyal and suck him bloodclaat
d**k stains let my d**k hang like a nunchuk
Anyway, I can't b*t*h, I'm just tryna get my nut sucked
Hah, so f**k luck
b*t*h, it's pure skill when I gun bust
Glocks like .50 on my n***as, acupuncture
f**k like, it’s a sh*t night
Get your mind right, only way a n***a coolin' if I get high, right?
High up in the sky, right?
Motherf**ka' cloud all my n***as in the ground right now
And I bash like Zao, like Pow
Mind within the comic, I'm so high right now
So pass that
Skinny motherf**ker, won’t you tell me where the cash at?
I’m about to end a n***a life so where the stash at?
Got about 20 f**kin' mil', just chilling in my backpack
Call a fat b*t*h then I hit it in her ass crack

Listen, listen, listen

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