[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Look for me, lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
High up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm [bad word] these niggas like a tyrant
 [bad word]  Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
Know these niggas [bad word] 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
I know that niggas is finding my progression so [bad word] 
The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in [bad word] 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 killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the [bad word] 
I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
Cause I don't like my [bad word] homies dip, [bad word]  they all
Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe [bad word] 
And I ain't got [bad word] but a pretty [bad word] and cigar tucks
Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear these niggas is [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And can a real [bad word] 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 [bad word] until my foot [bad word] 'till my foot aching
Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my [bad word] Travy out in [bad word] two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a [bad word] toucan
20 minutes, burn a [bad word] quarter back to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with [bad word] [bad word]