Many men has met his fate, murder I premeditate
The world is low, the devil waits so I stay high as heaven gates
See Im on it everyday, minutes never go to waste
If aint no profit on the way then we cannot negotiate
Scripture texts for holy sakes, whos tellin what the Lord will say
Until that day, Ill be tunnel vision on the paper chase
Odd Future, fck your feelings, check the score we fckin winnin
Check the list we in the building, stupid swag, Paris Hilton
More potential, yous a liar, step up we will crucify ya
Head first, yea its going down like a scuba diver
Need the fire, Ill supply ya, put the hire on the block
Swag on deck, if you need it I be overstocked
Im a brother man with a swagger from the motherlands
It tells my hands and rubs my glands, Im ill as fck, btch fck your mans
Chingy Chong, Im in Japan, Cheech and Chong wrapped in seran
Keep the bong hash in my canister, Im headed where its handed first
Domo rollin up, Left Brain already smokin
You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken
My shades on, btch Im lokin, no need for aggravations
Cause a fake ngga in his death bed will be fckin collaboratin
Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers
Made it stoned because Im workin over,
Too many posers tryin to rob my bowl
Im pretty sure Tyler will represent it,
I fell asleep before you btch nggas present it
Im fckin authentic, remember it, you motherfckers 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 ngga my cam
He snapped that sht, the motherfckers went HAM
Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit
Im like how many fcks can I get a day?
Fck respect, Id rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck
Before I change to fit in your box,
So Ill make sure I cannot fit in a house
And I hate genres, fck hip hop with their searching
Cop high top flip flops
In the middle of the winter,
Yall like fck them kids, like a weird babysitter might say
No diggity, Im still tryin to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin
In a creek with Dawson and this vegan btch tryin to eat my sausage
That sounds awesome
Fck these parties, Im real awkward
I stand there, I dont know what to do man
Id 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 motherfckin triple six we is 3 twins
Free my little ngga sweatshirt
Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt
Bow down until your motherfckin neck hurt
Respect me. Do we run sht? Ngga, yes indeed
Cheech and Chong, I need a bong
But I do have friends who got weed thats 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?
Ngga fck the team
Hey, Im just playin, I love you nggas
I hate these nggas, fck these nggas
Fck everybody who doubted me
The only ones I care abouts the ones that surround me
Odd Future!
Fck all you industry nggas man
Yall see me at parties, start comin up sayin
We must collab I dont fck with none of you nggas
All yall can suck my motherfckin dick
Fck all you labels
Fck every fckin DJ I hope yall dont play none of my sht
Suck my motherfckin dick
And dont come up to me at the next event
I dont want your fckin number, your business card
Fck your company, Im not performin at none of your sht
Dont ask for my fckin managers email
I dont fck with none of you nggas
Golf Wang, Free Earl ngga
Fck Steve Harvey