[Verse 1: 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 tatts for holy sakes, who's telling 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
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I'm a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands
It tugs my hands and rubs my glans, I'm ill 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 Loc'ing, no need for aggravations
Cause a fake nigga and his death bed will be fuckin' 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 ride my boa-constrict
I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it
I fell asleep before you bitch niggas present it
I'm fuckin' authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending
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 tatts for holy sakes, who's telling 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
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I'm a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands
It tugs my hands and rubs my glans, I'm ill 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 Loc'ing, no need for aggravations
Cause a fake nigga and his death bed will be fuckin' 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 ride my boa-constrict
I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it
I fell asleep before you bitch niggas present it
I'm fuckin' authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending
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