Jack and the Beanstalk E

They don't paint pictures, they just trace me I, Future, your motherfucking sergeant Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with fresh jive 'Cause I get it no charge And BBC for the Low price, no barge And nigga, That's a bargain Cow print T-shirt like a Motherfucking dog On the motherfucking farm with Cock-a-doodle-doodles I'm making straight bitches Pussy wet just like a noodle And my dick Must be dog food to these bitches' poodles Felines On the futon I'm tossing bitches salads and I'm Eating up they croutons Erykah to Mulan, We was flying to Milan Was supposed to go To Bangkok Until she figured out that she don't Really like to bang cock Bitches Soho, Baby Milo so dope The cocaine flow, Niggas spit heat Propane, niggas get the picture, I see why They don't paint pictures, They just trace me My nigga, no hook, and They nigga, no hook, and They don't paint pictures My nigga, no hook They don't paint pictures My Nigga, no hook They don't paint No hook They Don't paint pictures Fuck a hook, And don't paint pictures Fuck a hook They don't Paint pictures, they just trace me Yo, Recite me, nobody likes me Mainly because I am Not a fucking hypebeast I think Supremes suck, We gnarly all our Nikes I could wear some Wranglers with a fucking white tee Durag to match And I do sag In fact, my hat is Intact with the FUBU wore over Nigga, You pull over, fuck a Rover Range And I'm Driving a Unicorn, plus my bitch is strange And I'm the only fucking rapper without a chain With A four-finger ring like I can't spell my fucking Name And I go to Obama rallies screaming out, "McCain" Them ignorant Thrasher motherfuckers is my Gang And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from Nigga, you don't claim nothing, Son, I am the teacher White and black bitch Like she's a motherfucking zebra Candies in my Pocket, I see you niggas on Easter My nigga, no hook, And They nigga, no hook, And They don't paint pictures they just Trace me It's gold The gold is in the Back It's gold The pixels in the front It's Gold The beats are fucking brilliant Go home The Lyrics just a pump, man Gold The pink is In the sky It's gold The goal is in My mind It's gold Your mind is in my Bowl The beat is turning old, so go Go, Gold synthesizer, I'm the motherfucking master It's Gold Nigga, I could gas that I fuck with Four beats Gold the sound lasts longer Bass drum Is stronger than the hi-hat made of plastic Gold Nigga, sound is elastic Gold Nigga, You could bite this unless you wanna bite back It's didn't take my fucking Rick with This is A hype track, hype track that said Nigga, This is sack shit I'll have you motherfuckers eating Salad like a fat bitch Gold Um, Uh, Drop it Ace the Creator OFM, Bang on your FM Ace the Creator, Drop the drums, nigga Thank you to Hypebeast