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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 texts 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 tells my hands and rubs my glands, 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 in 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 rob my bowl

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 Leggo 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'll rather search (for) and cop, hi-top flip flops

In the middle of the winter, now 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

Throwing that 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