[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Look for me, lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
High up until the world ends, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these n***as hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these n***as like a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
Know these n***as crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
I know that n***as is finding my progression so uncommon
The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the k**er 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you n***as didn't know
Still trifling, Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the sh**
I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
Cause I don't like my f**ing homies dip, bruh, they all
Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck
And I ain't got sh** but a pretty b**h and cigar tucks
Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear these n***as is f**ing phony, smoking spliffs
And that's, prior to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
Where you headed with that sh**?
And can a real n***a get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, running 'til my foot aching
Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my n***a Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherf**ing toucan
20 minutes, burn a f**ing quarter back to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude a**