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