Odd Future - Hcapd lyrics

Many men has met his fate
Murder I premeditate the world is low
The devil wait's so I stay
High as heaven gates see I'm on it everyday
Minutes never go to waste
If ain't no profit on the
Way then we cannot negotiate
Scripture texts for holy sakes
Who's tellin' what the Lord will say
Until that day
I'll be tunnel vision on the paper chase
Odd Future, fuck your feelings
Check the score we fuckin' winnin'
Check the list we in
The building, stupid swag, paris Hilton
More potential, you's a liar
Step up we will crucify ya head first
Yea it's going down like a scuba diver
Need the fire, I'll supply ya
Put the hire on the block
Swag on deck, if you need it I be overstocked



I'm a brother man with a
Swagger from the motherlands
It tells my hands and rubs my
Glands, I'm I'll as fuck
Bitch fuck your mans
Chingy chong, I'm in Japan
Chinch and Chong wrapped in seran
Keep the bong hash in my canister
I'm headed where it's handed first
Domo rollin' up, Left Brain already smokin'
You smell that loud ounce? Mary
Jane has already spoken
My shades on, bitch I'm lokin'
No need for aggravations
Cause a fake nigga in his death
Bed will be fuckin' collaboratin'
Kush escaped without a roller, high roller
No time for strollers
Made it stoned because I'm workin' over
Too many posers tryin' to rob my bowl
I'm pretty sure Tyler will represent it
I fell asleep before you
Bitch niggas present it
I'm fuckin' authentic, remember it
You motherfuckers pretending

Me and Leggo just skate at the mall
Next thing you know wildin' out
At Watch the Throne i had a dead phone so I
Gave that little nigga my cam
He snapped that shit
The motherfuckers went HAM
Like Miss Piggy cunt around Kermit
I'm like how many fucks can I get a day?
Fuck respect
I'd rather hang myself on the wall
With a noose on neck
Before I change to fit in your block
So I'll make sure I cannot fit in a house
And I hate genres
Fuck hip hop with their searching
Cop high top flip flops
In the middle of the winter
Y'all like fuck them kids
Like a weird babysitter might say
No diggity, i'm still tryin' to find it but
I lost it somewhere in Austin
In a creek with Dawson and this vegan
Bitch tryin' to eat my sausage
That sounds awesome
Fuck these parties, I'm real awkward
I stand there, I don't know what to do man
I'd rather be at home with my
Crew and my new rooms
Staring at my brand new MoonMan
Listening to MF Doom and Wooh
Da Kid and Bricksquad 1017
Shout out to Waka, rest in peace Slim
Golf Wang motherfuckin' triple six
We is 3 twins
Free my little nigga sweatshirt
Gay name stitched into my sweatshirt
Bow down until your motherfuckin' neck hurt
Respect me do we run shit? Nigga, yes indeed
Cheech and Chong, I need a bong
But, I do have friends who
Got weed that's strong
I need a treehouse, airhockey, ping pong
A mini ramp
Throwing that tramp on a trampoline
(Have you heard the end of the Window?)
Nigga fuck the team
Hey, I'm just playin', I love you niggas
I hate these niggas, fuck these niggas
Fuck everybody who doubted me
The only ones I care about's
The ones that surround me odd Future!

Fuck all you industry niggas man
Y'all see me at parties
Start comin' up sayin'
"We must collab" I don't fuck
With none of you niggas
All y'all can suck my motherfuckin' dick
Fuck all you labels
Fuck every fuckin' DJ I hope y'all
Don't play none of my shit
Suck my motherfuckin' dick
And don't come up to me at the next event
I don't want your fuckin' number
Your business card fuck your company
I'm not performin' at none of your shit
Don't ask for my fuckin' manager's email
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
Golf Wang, Free Earl nigga fuck Steve Harvey