Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis, throwin' chairs, k**in' sh**
I'm half-privileged, think white and have n***a lips
A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
sh**, I'll pa** the cla** when my dad starts givin' sh**s
But as long as our relationship is turdless
I'ma keep burning rubber and f**ing these beats with burnt dick
Who that, oh, that new coon John Cusack
A Mecca bu*ton-up, shoutin' bring Fubu back
Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back
With no hint, we're egging with no tint
Plus it's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her
It's nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
A little bit of sherm sure provokes the f**in' fight in her
She started bitin' cause I'm givin' co*k like it's advice to her
Take that, I'm on top like wave caps
This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that ba** back, n***a