Hcapd Lyrics - 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 tellin' what the Lord will say 

Until that day, I'll be tunnel vision on the paper chase 

Odd Future, f*ck your feelings, check the score we f*ckin' 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 

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I'm a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands 

It tells my hands and rubs my glands, I'm ill as f*ck, b*tch f*ck your mans 

Chingy Chong, I'm in Japan, Cheech 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, b*tch I'm lokin', no need for aggravations 

Cause a fake n*gga in his death bed will be f*ckin' 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 b*tch n*ggas present it 

I'm f*ckin' authentic, remember it, you motherf*ckers pretending 

Photos 

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 n*gga my cam 

He snapped that sh*t, the motherf*ckers went HAM 

Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit 

I'm like how many f*cks can I get a day? 

F*ck respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck 

Before I change to fit in your box, 

so I'll make sure I cannot fit in a house 

And I hate genres, f*ck hip hop with their searching 

cop high top flip flops 

In the middle of the winter, 

y'all like f*ck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say 

No diggity, I'm still tryin' to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin 

In a creek with Dawson and this vegan b*tch tryin' to eat my sausage 

That sounds awesome 

F*ck 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 Bricksquad 1017 

Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim 

Golf Wang motherf*ckin' triple six we is 3 twins 

Free my little n*gga sweatshirt 

Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt 

Bow down until your motherf*ckin' neck hurt 

Respect me. Do we run sh*t? N*gga, yes indeed 

Cheech and Chong, I need a bong 

But I do have friends who got weed that's strong 

I need a tree house, and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp 

Throwing that tramp on a trampoline 

(Have you heard the end of the Window?) 

N*gga f*ck the team 

Hey, I'm just playin', I love you n*ggas 

I hate these n*ggas, f*ck these n*ggas 

F*ck everybody who doubted me 

The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me 

Odd Future! 

F*ck all you industry n*ggas man 

Y'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin' 

"We must collab" I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas 

All y'all can suck my motherf*ckin' dick 

F*ck all you labels 

F*ck every f*ckin' DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my sh*t 

Suck my motherf*ckin' dick 

And don't come up to me at the next event 

I don't want your f*ckin' number, your business card 

F*ck your company, I'm not performin' at none of your sh*t 

Don't ask for my f*ckin' manager's email 

I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas 

Golf Wang, Free Earl n*gga 

F*ck Steve Harvey