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for me
Lost in a whirlwind, quality
High up the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a
Damn, Doms, it even seem like you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em, crack him I'm a diamond
I know that is finding my progression so uncommon
The pressure I'm still until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope head explode
Cry it, but don't deny that Doms 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 Ganging as if you niggas know
trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

Doms, while they through the packaging to grab the shit
I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage
New patterns patty-caking with
Cause I don't like my fucking dip, bruh, they all
Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe
And I ain't got but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks
Riding in the and knocking out in the Starbucks
I these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, lady
Where you headed that shit?
And can a real nigga get a at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt than some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, running 'till my aching
terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking
20 minutes, a fucking quarter back to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you have had it with my rude ass