Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin chairs, killin shit
I'm half privilege, think white and half-nigger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts givin shits
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'ma keep burnin rubber and fuckin these beats with burnt dick
Who dat? Oh, that new coon John Cusack
Mecca button-up shoutin, "Bring FUBU back"
Hands fulla coke, mouth fulla crack muzak
Odd Future on a doo rag, guess who's back?
With no hint, we're eggin with no tent
Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where ya ho sits
Ugh, the night striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her
It's nine vicodins stuck inside of the wind pipes of her
A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her
She started biting 'cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her
Take that, I'm on top like wave caps
This is Grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga
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