[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwing chairs, killing shit
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I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips
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A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
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Shit, I'll pass the class when my dad starts giving shits
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But as long as our relationship is turdless
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I'mma keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick
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Who that? Oh, that new coon John Cusack
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A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back
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Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
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Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back?
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With no hint, we're egging with no tint
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Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
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The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her
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There's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
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A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her
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She started biting cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her
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Take that, I'm on top like wave caps
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This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga
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Blade
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |