Whole City Behind Us lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Live from the city of jealous n*ggas and bourgie-ass b*tches
Where you ain't gettin' love 'less you swimmin' that riches
Check who weather the heat and still standin' in the kitchen
Caught all attention, just consider this my premonition
Back when n*ggas was stunting, I would just stand there and listen
Made a switch in my position, now look who you fend to mention
Approach with such a position, just lookin' like lounge mode
Put yourself in my shoes and you get room like clown toes
Since I been winnin' it's been daps and pounds, yo
And everybody wanna come creepin' around so
I play it like a veteran, stayin' in my element
Haters are irrelevant, I'm better than I've ever been
Wolf Gang in every f*ckin' facet that I represent
Loiter at the door to success until they let us in
b*tch, I'm in the booth mixin' up the medicine
Make a mess of the track, send litter life lettermans
If I left, then I'm back, but I don't think that I ever did
Was on the road, doin' shows, I was gettin' gella grip
Pimp hand strong on these hoes, I ain't never slipped
I be out in every f*ckin' city that you never in

[Interlude: Domo Genesis]
Holdin' mine down, I won't be back until I'm very rich

[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
I'm from the city of n*ggas that get grizz-ills and bitties
With really sh*tty cosmetically hit titties
It's, dope is what I been spark, second then my pen start
Bringin' back that crack sh*t like Amy Wine's skidmarks
Now sit it in a pamper, Yonk went viral
Price up a 'Preme camper, now I got a buncha
White b*tches, tour bus lookin' like a f*ckin' hamper
di*k went postal now my passport is stamped up
See if white kids in f*ckin' Europe understand him
Radical's the anthem, turn the f*ckin' amps up
Hot sh*t, it's mosh pits, stage dive, crowd surf
Lookin' like I'm throwin f*ckin' tantrums
Thanks to label crackers now I'm ballin' like it's cancer
Cause being broke is uncool, buddy, get your aunt f*cked, Golf Wang
(Goblin was a disappointment) Yeah, right
sh*t dropped, I bought a house that night
While you was at home leavin' comments tryna pay ya bill
I was on tour makin' some grands, findin' time to kill
Wakin' up in different countries sayin' "Yo, this is real?"
Yes it is, awesome, got another f*ckin' check again
Crossin' that mainstream border man I am such a Mexican
Now my exes be textin' me up to give me neck again
But I'm too f*ckin' busy with the rap game, pregnant
Evident, that I need my muthaf*ckin' medicine
But I don't spend all my f*ckin' money on a therapist
Ever since, my f*ckin'.. I don't wanna talk about it
No, leave me alone, I don't wanna talk about it, it's too personal