[Verse 1]
Boxing on the school playground
Wigga this is my town
Where a wigga don't need no gun
Just a smarta** mouth on the run
First grade playing world domination
Now what were you wiggas saying
Oh yeah, that's right, nothing, wigga
That ain't even close to a shocker
Cuz the last one you saw was being operated by a doctor
To shock your mind back to the pad
And now this sh**'s got you mad
Well take it, wigga
And go feed it to another wigga
Man you can't be serious
Man why saying this sh**
Because I f**ing can wigga
Because I'm the f**ing man wigga
[Chorus]
Do you hear that bra**
That's the sound of a young wigga kicking a**
Real life drama
Bombing a few bridges
Ain't taking nothing from bad b**hes
[Verse 2]
My ears have been polluted since the fifth grade
That's where my desire for rap was made
And I was more than afraid
All my cla**mates would just make fun of me even more
And every girl I just wanted to call a titanic who*e
But this is something that's been cooking up in my kitchen
And I feel like going The Blacker The Berry on the a** of a hobgoblin
To get back at all of f*ggots from HomeTown
This is more than just being stressed and being depressed
This is like being stabbed in the chest
By that Goddamn b**h Southwest
And all of these thoughts haunt me
Tyler, The Creator has been creeping on me
Ever since the eighth grade
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
That low bra** trumpet, that trombone
Too good for you to own
You can call me that Trombo*er
It's pretty sad that an instrument has something you've never had hater
It's either that or I'm using every curse word
And talking like some damn hypocrite gangster, word
But yet I still go to church every Sunday
Pre-Monday
That's the fun day
Other than Friday and Saturday
Where I got J. Cole blasting in one ear
And Eminem in the other you hear
[Chorus (x2)]