for me Lost in a whirlwind, quality High up until the world end, eighty-five in my ride And these niggas hiding, know I'm like a giant I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule niggas like a tyrant Damn, Doms, it don't even seem you trying Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't him I'm a diamond I know that is finding my progression so uncommon The pressure I'm still applying I hear the angels crying Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope head explode Cry about it, but don't deny Doms got the realest flows My is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro Chilling a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for" banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know Still trife and Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to the shit I'm with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with New patterns patty-caking mannequins Cause I like my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe And I ain't got shit but a bitch and cigar tucks in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks I swear these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and Prior to to the studio Eyes glued to a maximus, attractive lady Where you with that shit? And can a real get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook Ain't ya? fatter than some butch ankles Cheffing, fit the apron, ante up for good payment Run until my achy, running 'till my foot aching Full-grown type, Ferragamo do-rag With my nigga out in Maui, running two-mans Smoking I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan 20 minutes, a fucking quarter back to two grams But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it my rude ass