[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Watch me get this money ^!$$%, tired of being hungry ^!$$%
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch a ^!$$%

Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my ^!$$%
Passing all you hating $#&@ing !@$)s we don't discuss, my ^!$$%
We ain't on no jolly %#@!, and we don't pop no mollies, (*##$

I'm honkin', spitting got some ^!$$%s out here poppin' nollie switch
Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad, its thick.
Them young ^!$$%s is back and brash, attacking with no common sense

We the last of a dying breed, and we don't give a $#&@
So we can not supply your needs
You stupid ^!$$%s who had said our hype is dying, please

My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees, (*##$
(*##$, [?] I get on the verse, cursin'
^!$$% Doms so cool, I refer him in third person.

Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping
Make actions, $#&@ rehearsing


[Hook: Domo Genesis x2]
^!$$%, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You ^!$$%s gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time

Flying out at any time. Getting money, any grind
You ^!$$%s gon' give me mine. You ^!$$%s gon' give me mine


[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
In a world where kids my age are popping mollies, with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside there 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 a drama club kid. I run with the fun dip. My nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, ?$#&@ %#@!?
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, ^!$$%, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a shell

$#&@ing sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And (*##$es 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 $#&@ it, start being yourself
These $#&@ing rappers got stylist, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but

Really, boy? Posers looking silly boy
I'm in that past season 'Preme %#@!, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my %#@! is [Diddy Riese]

Na'kel Smith. Trans-World paid 60 for it
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the $#&@ing quiet game

The $#&@ am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists

God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my %#@!'s missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See y'all ^!$$%s trippin' man

Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me

Though I'm the reason that her mother$#&@ing son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 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 %#@! is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an athiest, that just worships Satan,

And it's probably why I'm not getting no $#&@ing album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't $#&@in' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won %#@! for their $#&@ing ratings

?!@%(og? fans are getting sick of the rape
All the ?Tron Cat? fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, (*##$? I'm getting sick of complaints

But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, %#@!, who gives a $#&@ what I think?
My fans don't think turning on me, %#@!, they're almost extinct

$#&@ buying studio time. I'mma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you mother$#&@ers a link, (*##$


[Hook: Domo Genesis]
^!$$%, summer, fall, winter-time. 24/365.
You ^!$$%s gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time.
Flying out at any time. Getting money, any grind.
You ^!$$%s gon' give me mine. You ^!$$%s gon' give me mine.


[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
This %#@!'s just like the nights I look forward to not remembering.
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump you $#&@ing #~!!@?)

All I'm seeing is the drop in my occular, 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 %#@! ($#&@ing !@$)got).
And compare to $#&@ing pair 'em with all the program kits
So maybe a pair of pale (*##$es for the gonads lick (I'll show you).

Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no $#&@s and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe whenn that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!).
Dirty been spittin' the sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
(Oh, shut the $#&@ up!).
(Gunshot)


[Outro: Sam]
Samuel's here!
Where's Wolf?
$#&@ing !@$)got.
Salem was mine, (*##$!!

Was that good enough, you $#&@ing #~!!@?