Blade

Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis

Throwin' chairs, killin' shit

I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips

A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant

Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving shits

But as long as our relationship is turdless

I'm a keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick

Who dat? Oh, that new coon John Cusack

A Mecca button-up, shop and bring Fubu back

Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack muzak

Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back?

With no hint, we're eggin' with no tint

Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits

The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her

There's nine Vicodins stuck inside the windpipes of her

A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her

She started biting 'cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her

Take that, I'm on top like wave caps

This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga

Um, Domo couldn't be here...

I don't like to talk about it