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[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate The world is low, the devil waits, so I stay high as heaven gates See I'm on it everyday, minutes never go to waste If ain't no profit on the way then we cannot negotiate Scripture tatts for holy sakes, who's telling what the Lord will say Until that day, I'll be tunnel vision on the paper chase Odd Future, fuck your feelings, check the score we fuckin' winnin' Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris Hilton More potential, you's a liar, step up we will crucify ya Head first, yea it's going down like a scuba diver Need the fire, I'll supply ya, put the hire on the block Swag on deck, if you need it I be overstocked [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] I'm a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands It tugs my hands and rubs my glans, I'm ill as fuck, bitch fuck your mans Chingy chong, I'm in Japan, Chinch and Chong wrapped in seran Keep the bong hash in my canister, I'm headed where it's handed first Domo rollin' up, Left Brain already smokin' You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken My shades on, bitch I'm Loc'ing, no need for aggravations Cause a fake nigga and his death bed will be fuckin' collaboratin' Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers Made it stoned because I'm workin' over Too many posers tryin' to ride my boa-constrict I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it I fell asleep before you bitch niggas present it I'm fuckin' authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Me and Lego just skated the bowl Next thing you know wildin' out at Watch the Throne I had a dead phone so I gave that little nigga my cam He snapped that shit, the motherfuckers went HAM Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit I'm like how many fucks can I get a day? Fuck respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck Before I change to fit in your box, I'll make sure I cannot fit in the house And I hate genres, fuck hip hop I'd rather search and cop hi-top flip flops in the middle of the winter Y'all like "fuck them kids," like a weird babysitter mindset My dignity, I'm still trying to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin In a creek with Dawson and this vegan bitch tryin' to eat my sausage That sounds awesome Fuck these parties, I'm real awkward I stand there, I don't know what to do man I'd rather be at home with my crew and my new rooms, staring at my brand new MoonMan Listening to MF Doom and Wooh Da Kid and Brick Squad 1017 Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim Golf Wang motherfuckin' triple six we is 3 twins Free my little nigga Sweatshirt Gang name stitched into my sweatshirt Bow down until your motherfuckin' neck hurt Respect me. Do we run shit? Nigga, yes indeed Cheech and Chong, I don't need a bong But I do have friends who got weed that's strong I need a tree house, air hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp Leanin' a tramp on a trampoline (Have you heard the end of the Window?) Nigga fuck the team Hey, I'm just playin', I love you niggas I hate these niggas, fuck these niggas Fuck everybody who doubted me The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me Odd Future! [Outro: Tyler the Creator] Fuck all you industry niggas man Y'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin' "We must collab" I don't fuck with none of you niggas All y'all can suck my motherfuckin' dick Fuck all you labels Fuck every fuckin' DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my shit Suck my motherfuckin' dick And don't come up to me at the next event I don't want your fuckin' number, your business card Fuck your company, I'm not performin' at none of your shit Don't ask for my fuckin' manager's email I don't fuck with none of you niggas Golf Wang, Free Earl nigga Fuck Steve Harvey