Hcapd (feat. Domo Genesis, Hodgy & 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, 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
 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
 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