Hcapd (feat. Domo Genesis, Hodgy Beats & Tyler, the Creator)

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, 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

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

It tugs my hands and rubs my glands, I'm I'll 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 lokin', no need for aggravations

'Cause a fake **** in his death bed will be fuckin' collaboratin'

Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers

Made it stoned 'cause 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 **** present it

I'm fuckin' authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending

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 **** 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 block, so I'll make sure I cannot fit in a house

And I hate genres, fuck hip-hop with their searching cop hi-top flip flops

In the middle of the winter, y'all like fuck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say

My dignity, I'm still tryin' 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 Bricksquad 1017 (Shout out to Waka)

Rest in peace Slim, Golf Wang motherfuckin' triple six we is 3 twins

Free my little **** Sweatshirt, gang name stitched into my sweatshirt

Bow down until your motherfuckin' neck hurt, respect me, do we run shit? ****, yes indeed

Cheech and Chong, I need a bong, but I do have friends who got weed that's strong

I need a treehouse, airhockey, ping pong, a mini ramp

Throwing that tramp on a trampoline (Have you heard the end of the Window?) ****, fuck the team

Hey, I'm just playin', I love you ****, I hate these ****, fuck these ****

Fuck everybody who doubted me, the only ones I care about's the ones that surround me (Odd Future)

Fuck all you industry ****, man

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

"We must collab," I don't fuck with none of you ****

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 ****

Golf Wang, Free Earl ****

Fuck Steve Harvey