Hcapd

(альбом: The Odd Future Tape Vol. 2 - 2012)

[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 texts 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 fucking winning
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 tells 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 rolling up, Left Brain already smoking
You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken
My shades on, bitch I'm loking, no need for aggravations
Cause a fake nigga in his death bed will be fucking collaborating
Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers
Made it stoned because I'm working over, too many posers trying to rob my bowl
I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it, I fell asleep before you bitch niggas present it
I'm fucking authentic, remember it, you motherfuckers pretending

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Me and Leggo just skate at the mall
Next thing you know wilding out at Watch the Throne
I had a dead phone so I gave that little nigga 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 high top flip flops
In the middle of the winter, y'all like fuck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say
No diggity, I'm still trying to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin
In a creek with Dawson and this vegan bitch trying 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 motherfucking triple six we is 3 twins
Free my little nigga sweatshirt
Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt
Bow down until your motherfucking neck hurt
Respect me. Do we run shit? Nigga, yes indeed
Cheesh and Chong, I need a bong
But I do have friends who got weed that's strong
I need and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp
Throwing that tramp on a trampoline
(Have you heard the end of the Window?)
Nigga fuck the team
Hey, I'm just playing, I love you niggas
I hate these niggas, fuck these niggas
Fuck everybody who doubted me
The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me
Odd Future!

[Outro: Tyler the Creator]
Fuck all you industry niggas man
Y'all see me at parties, start coming up saying
"We must collab" I don't fuck with none of you niggas
All y'all can suck my motherfucking dick
Fuck all you labels
Fuck every fucking DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my shit
Suck my motherfucking dick
And don't come up to me at the next event
I don't want your fucking number, your business card
Fuck your company, I'm not performing at none of your shit
Don't ask for my fucking manager's email
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
Golf Wang, Free Earl nigga
Fuck Steve Harvey