Chords for Domo Genesis - Elimination Chamber(ft. Earl Sweatshirt x Vince Staples x Action Bronson)

[F] _ You know there's gonna be one winner.
I got a feeling that in the long haul, there may not be any [Fm] survivors.
Yeah.
Wanna be dead, Henny?
Oh so cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace.
Nigga watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey.
Your bitches floppy, giving sloppy why [Eb] she call me poppy.
Taking the doggies right to the face [Fm] like she Kobayashi.
You niggas flow is washy, I'm getting mines dry clean.
Tight seam, it might seem I'm selling bitches pipe dreams.
Hyphenes, I'm back with a bag and I'm packing white things.
My knife clean, I see these niggas hating through my ice bling.
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use the rubber.
Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest [F] brother.
The truest color's what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough.
A nigga leaking, you gon' have to see the deacon, you stupid sucker.
Young Dom say you old niggas should wrap it up.
You wack, [Fm] focus back on the craft.
You hardly rapping up.
The fat is blunt, the depth to that pop pop.
I ain't ask for much, and stop asking for them collabs.
Cause it's all [F] you bastards suck.
Get that dirty deep and soggy shit.
Buy a starter squadron, dodging copper cents.
Ask her why she drop it, cause it's probably cause he prodigies.
Pay the [Fm] rent easy, leave [Eb] the bank cheesing.
Basically your face [Ab] greasy, [Fm] artisan paint easy.
Thick, grissy [F] type nigga on a bench.
These stands is diesel like [Gm] Vic Tanney on [F] a Fritz.
System overload, itching for a photo poach.
Spitting like the engine on a motherfucking motorboat.
Gold glistening under overcoat.
Missing all affection for these niggas.
[G] Redirecting all these niggas, [F] very literal.
Type to sip the mickeys out of cereal.
Drunk and driving twisty, how [Fm] he end up in a swimming pool.
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace.
Boy, the villains sue me, driving in the fences.
Cause I hit the whip with Lil Woozie.
Bitch, I'm busy cruising.
Excuse me.
_ Can't even walk up in the church without these niggas trying to testify.
I live to die, better that than to live a lie.
I rap better than most these [Eb] rap veterans.
Hard headed and hopeless, [Gb] hope that [Fm] God let us in.
Mama didn't want to give birth to a nigga.
Should've murdered a nigga.
I'm a cancer to the youth.
Automatic, south of roof.
380 with the weave in it on sight.
Scariest crime night.
We carry a car, rise with Barry.
That's Hallie, not Brent.
Shooting like Brennan, his brother.
Doing what daddy I did.
Niggas want Grambus and shit.
That's funny to me.
Cause since the first take, it's been about money to me.
I'm just trying to get what Diddy got.
Doing what got Biggie shot.
They told me that I wasn't shit.
But left me in the litter box.
Give it up and get a job.
Get a job, bitch.
[F] I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game.
My brain is on another level.
I can feel the devil's pain.
Only address me by my reverend [Fm] name.
The [Eb] good doctor, the good author.
[Gm] Good brain and [Fm] a good boss.
Dancing drunk in [F] dress pants like I'm a hunk.
Back flipping the jacuzzi, 40 floors inside the trunk.
From flipping to this high yellow Chinese bitch's rump.
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch.
I roll a joint like a Mutombo arm.
I'm high cousin every time I roll the dice it's 500.
When I order wine it's 900.
[Fm] French chefs kneel before me.
End the story, take a shorty to the sortie.
That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there.
I pull my swimming trunks down.
She suck me through the block, sir.
While I'm wearing flip flops.
Shit's real, grip the wheel.
Lift steel, lift steel.
That's it, that's it. _ _ _ _