Left Brain - Hcapd lyrics

[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 tatts 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, f** your feelings, check the score we f**in' winnin' 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 tugs my hands and rubs my glans, I'm ill as f**, b**h f** 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 rollin' up, Left Brain already smokin' You smell that loud ounce? Mary Jane has already spoken My shades on, b**h I'm Loc'ing, no need for aggravations Cause a fake n***a and his d**h bed will be f**in' collaboratin' Kush escaped without a roller, high roller, no time for strollers Made it stoned because I'm workin' over Too many posers tryin' to ride my boa-constrict I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it I fell asleep before you b**h n***as present it I'm f**in' authentic, remember it, you motherf**ers pretending [Verse 3: Tyler the Creator] Me and Lego just skated the bowl Next thing you know wildin' out at Watch the Throne I had a dead phone so I gave that little n***a my cam He snapped that sh**, the motherf**ers went HAM Like Miss Piggy c*nt around Kermit I'm like how many f**s can I get a day? f** respect, I'd rather hang myself on the wall with a noose on neck Before I change to fit in your box, I'll make sure I cannot fit in the house And I hate genres, f** hip hop I'd rather search and cop hi-top flip flops in the middle of the winter Y'all like "f** them kids," like a weird babysitter mindset My dignity, I'm still trying to find it but I lost it somewhere in Austin In a creek with Dawson and this vegan b**h tryin' to eat my sausage That sounds awesome f** 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 Brick Squad 1017 Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim Golf Wang motherf**in' triple six we is 3 twins Free my little n***a Sweatshirt Gang name stitched into my sweatshirt Bow down until your motherf**in' neck hurt Respect me. Do we run sh**? n***a, yes indeed Cheech and Chong, I don't need a bong But I do have friends who got weed that's strong I need a tree house, air hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp Leanin' a tramp on a trampoline (Have you heard the end of the Window?) n***a f** the team Hey, I'm just playin', I love you n***as I hate these n***as, f** these n***as f** everybody who doubted me The only ones I care about's the ones that surround me Odd Future! [Outro: Tyler the Creator] f** all you industry n***as man Y'all see me at parties, start comin' up sayin' "We must collab" I don't f** with none of you n***as All y'all can s** my motherf**in' dick f** all you labels f** every f**in' DJ I hope y'all don't play none of my sh** s** my motherf**in' dick And don't come up to me at the next event I don't want your f**in' number, your business card f** your company, I'm not performin' at none of your sh** Don't ask for my f**in' manager's email I don't f** with none of you n***as Golf Wang, Free Earl n***a f** Steve Harvey