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for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012
High up until the world end, doing in my ride
And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, these niggas like a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it even seem like you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a
I know that niggas is finding my progression so
The I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope head explode
Cry about it, but don't deny that got the realest flows
My is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf as if you niggas didn't know
Still and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

Doms, they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit
I'm shaded the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty-caking mannequins
Cause I don't my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all
Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe
And I ain't got shit but a pretty bitch and cigar
Riding in the city and knocking out in the
I swear these niggas is fucking phony, spliffs and that's
to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive
Where you with that shit?
And can a real nigga get a at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, up for good payment
Run my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching
Full-grown terror type, do-rag
With my nigga out in Maui, running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking
20 minutes, burn a fucking back to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my ass