Jason Dill:
I'm saying, you know, like, all I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down
You know, like, you know, grow up
Don't grow down, grow out
You go from being a kid, just doing your thing, hanging out with your friends
Months later you're world famous
You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it
You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler. f** you, Tyler!
Domo Genesis:
Watch me get this money, n***a, tired of being hungry, n***a
Nothing funny, sa** me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch you, n***a
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch, my n***a
Pa**ing all you hating f**ing f*gs we don't discuss, my n***a
We ain't on no jolly sh** and we don't pop no mollies, b**h
I'm hocking, spitting got some n***as out here popping Ollie switch
Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick
Them young n***as is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we don't give a f**, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid n***as who had said our hype is dying, please
My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees
b**h, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing
n***a Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping
Make actions, f** rehearsing
n***a, summer, fall, wintertime, 24/365
You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me mine
Summer, fall, wintertime, 24/365
You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me mine
Tyler, The Creator:
In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether or not they got one
Tried to change their life for the better
I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, "f** sh**"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't beez in the trap, n***a, I beez in the B's
And I be ga**ing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell
f**ing sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And b**hes getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids like, "f** it, start being yourself"
These f**ing rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy? Poseurs looking silly, boy
I'm in that past season 'Preme sh**, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my sh** is Diddy Riese
Na'kel Smith, Transworld page sixty-four
Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the f**ing quiet game
The f** am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists
God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my sh**'s missing, he hates women, but love kittens
See y'all n***as tripping, man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on ten of my songs
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason that her motherf**ing son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the nine and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that sh** is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting no f**ing album placements
And MTV could s** my dick, and I ain't f**in' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won sh** for they f**ing ratings
an*log fans are getting sick of the rape
All the Tron Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, b**h? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Oh but no but, sh**, who really gives a f** what I think?
My fans don't, they turning on me, sh**, they're almost extinct
f** buying studio time, I'mma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherf**ers a link, b**h
Domo Genesis:
n***a, summer, fall, wintertime, 24/365
You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me mine
Summer, fall, wintertime, 24/365
You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me mine
Earl Sweatshirt and Tyler, The Creator:
This sh** just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But mama, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump, you f**ing p**y?)
All I'm seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that sh** (f**ing f*ggot)
Or get compared to f**ing pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale b**hes for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no f**s and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
Bid you good night (Oh, shut the f** up)
Tyler, The Creator:
Samuel's here
Where's Wolf?
f**ing f*ggot
Salem was mine, b**h
Was that good enough, you f**ing p**y?