Curtains lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Ayy, n*gga, get your weed, get your blow
Get your drank together
'Cause we 'bout to get high

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
When the people don't have land, they settle for brands
They want Jesus polo sport and Obama again
My foresight is incredible
She pull the foreskin back-back like it's edible
Democracy is just a simulation, the government
I just served over a billion, I'm lovin' it
She got lightskin nipples, yeah, that's my favorite
Shawn White lookin' like he working for the agеnts
Wish a white dude would tell mе 'bout black lives
Wasn't my choice when my parents got me baptized
Black oppression is a business
I see they want to test me like the Litmus
While Noah be fixin' the EQ
I'm just waiting on the day I finally get Me-Too'd
'Cause n*gga did a lot of sh*t, uh
They say I don't belong in politics, uh (Look)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze
But if n*ggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any n*gga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"CALLDROPS" on the album skits
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird n*gga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? b*tch, it's me, f*ck you thought?
Real grunge n*gga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum n*gga
Bum n*ggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild n*gga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
K shiz, what up, n*gga!