Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
I'm so intact so i stay sharp
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Out of this coviction of feelings
And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real
Using blacks of course was of wide appeal
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Gyal me know you's a freak from long time
I ain't tryna brag though
Return of the king of flow
Mr. underdog and this is not a bark
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
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