[VExplainerse 1: Domo Genesis]
Yo, um, yo
Oh so @@#!y, you can't stop me in this old Versace

^!$$% watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
Your (*##$ is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi

You ^!$$%s' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mine dry cleaned
Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' (*##$es pipe dreams
Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things

My nights clean, I see these ^!$$%s hatin' through my ice blings
I'm a bad mother$#&@er, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother

The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
^!$$% leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid suckah
Young Dom, say you old ^!$$%s should wrap it up

You whack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt and death to that pop-pop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you !@$(s suck


[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty deep, it's saga %#@!

Fire starter, squadron dodgin' coppers since
Ask her why she drop it cuz, it's probably cause he prodigist
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesin'

Bass leave your face greezy, artists who paint easy
Thick bristle type ^!$$% on a (*##$ steeze
Stands is diesel, like Vic Tammy on the fritz, woops

System overload, itchin' for a photo poach
Spittin' like the engine on a mother$#&@in' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat

Missin' all affection for these ^!$$%s
Redirectin' all these ^!$$%s
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal

Drunk and drivin', twistin', how he end up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain soon
Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy

(*##$ I'm busy cruisin', 'scuse me

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]

Can't even walk up in the church without these ^!$$%s tryin' to testify
I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans

Star-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
Momma didn't wanna give birth to a ^!$$%
Should've murdered a ^!$$%, I'm a cancer to the youth

Automatic, shout to roof, 380 with the weave in it
On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent

Shootin' like Brent and his brother
Doin' what daddy, I did
^!$$%s want Grammys and %#@!, that's funny to me

Cause since the first take it's been about money to me
I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got
Doin' what got Biggie shot

They told me that I wasn't %#@!, but left me in a little box
Give it up and get a job


[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Uh, get a job (*##$
I'm like the pause from the end of the Nintendo game

My brain is on another level like a field of devils pain
Only address me by my reverend name
The good doctor, good author, good brain in a good Porsche

Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese (*##$'s rum

Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm
I'm high cousin, every time I roll the dice it's five hundred

When I order, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me
End of story take a shorty to the sortee
That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there

I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer
While I'm wearin' flip-flops
%#@!'s real, grip the wheel, live steel

That's it

Woo, $#&@ yeah, hello
Fan fare, bravo, encore