Fuck It Songtext

von Tyler, The Creator

Yo, I've seen a lot of niggas
So when them niggas start talkin' reckless, I get offended, I get it
They try to keep an image, but look real closely
At the pictures and you see that they chameleons, how you doing?
You in the motherfucking building?
Nigga, I'm a architect, got another crane
And I don't know if I'm a park it yet, you ain't even start one yet
Fuck off my property
Tell Australia I'm sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand
Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack
When Marshall had this problem what the fuck was they telling him?
Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black?
Huh? I think people love to be mad
How can I be misogynist? I love titties and ass
How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend's a fag?
And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion
Still trying to come out
Couldn't deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out
Probably cause I like to be in places where the sun out
So comparing niggas lights and shit's a motherfucking bum out
Thought y'all niggas knew this but y'all close
I was 'bout to tee off and putt-putt to the end
Now it's Anti-Golf Boys cause I don't fuck with my friends
Only thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen
Look, freedom of speech, my freedom is breached
Border Patrol put me on streets immediately
For shit I said when I was a virgin, repeatedly
Posted on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me
My child is a product of me very honest
Left of center, very different, they didn't want us
They didn't get us, didn't fit enough of they standards
My voice is loud, so they ignored us
You put your life in a child that everybody hates
Now everybody hates Poppa despite that poppa's great
But that's your favorite child, boy, that's your favorite one
(You got kids, nigga?) No, I'm talking 'bout the Cherry Bomb
I don't think they hear it, I was fearing deteriorating
Almost ate my spirit til the children cheered along
Watching them sing the songs
Eyeballs inspired from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldn't steer 'em wrong
That's why I rode the Mclaren, couldn't stop at the Bimmer
Tyler losing himself, and that nigga turned to a diva
That nigga preaching and wilding, that nigga smiling and breathing
Trying to inspire all the little niggas that wanna be him
But fuck that, we want cats, cats, daddy problems
Kickflip, fuck, fuck, cupcakes, butt rape
Golf Wang, daddy problems, fag, fag, dad, dad
Bike, lakes, everything that I hate, plus being sad
Y'all could cry about your year's top rap new albums
Golf did a quarter million in about two hours
Money money ain't the motive, but it is up for discussion
Niggas fronting, "what you think of fucking my production, nigga?"
Saying you the plug, get your chords up
I was writing string sections on my tour bus
They adore me, my little birds be free
Go and flap your wings, I encourage it
I wish I had a fucking Xanax problem so y'all talk about how deep I am
Man-child in the flesh, bitch I'm Peter Pan
You captain tier muthafuckas won't ever be the man
I got a motherfucking vision, I don't see your plans
So shut your motherfucking mouth when I be speaking, man
Cause T the only sober nigga that be tweaking, fam
I don't like rapping like that