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[Intro] Segway to the art of comedy with the young man Well, I'ma let him come out and just entertain you Ladies and gentlemen, this is... [Verse 1] Applying pressure got my diamonds wetter Fuck a beat, see my choppers do it acapella Money handsome, type of Benz I whip, cause a tantrum Don't ask 'em 'cause all the shit I seen left a mark Chapter nine forty seven, nigga fly, no Aladdin Got December twenty seven on my rings and my wrists Not religious with the shits but made a profit likе John With this three sixteens, nigga, fuck you mean? See the girl of your dreams Fuck mе back to sleep, I'm barbarian Living vegetarian, toss your bitch salad Give her carrots, make her count my green White girl, what's your name? She like, "Britney, bitch I let her play with my snake like she Britney bitch We got rocks, paper, two bitches scissoring Her new nigga name Bob but he ain't built like this Her new nigga name Bob but he ain't built like, please [Interlude] Y'all need to start spendin' time with your kids That's all I got to say [Verse 2] Excuse my common sense, we got dollars over here Niggas wanna get the bread, got baguettes over here How you aiming for the head when the crown over here Put that M on your head like Vegeta over here, um Smoking on that Babylon weather Got dem billabong jeans with dem matching Margielas I better than your whole crew times two We got sticks and the drums we The Roots Plus we got dem Benzes, women speaking in different accents What happened? We weren't supposed to make it, we ejected My niggas stay frozen like the set of Cool Runnings Gave God a high five when we stood on our money And fuck the presidents I like mine in caskets Fuck dem broke hoes, I like mine with with assets Huff puff blow your head off with passion About four shots, y'all thought Pharrel was packing, huh [Interlude] That boy is too, that guy is too happy to be on stage [Verse 3] It's critical, three sixteen's, I'm so biblical Spend a couple decimals on vehicles Then I drop the top, niggas know I ball like Fetty Wap So the loner stay dripping, tell 'em niggas get a mop Been this way since my adolescences Turn my L's into lessons, surrounded by the realest brethren Who got a sweet tooth for cream, ain't street No set, just L's we throw up like bulimics But if the beef come seeking, we keep the iron like anemics LONER inc., you fucking with the venom