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for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012
up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these niggas hiding, know I'm like a giant
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, crack him I'm a diamond
I know that niggas is finding my so uncommon
The pressure I'm still applying I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head
Cry about it, but don't that Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low, on the killer 'dro
Chilling a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't
trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to the shit
I'm shaded with the few whom I blow cabbage with
New patterns with 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 and cigar tucks
Riding in the and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to arriving to the
Eyes to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
Where you with that shit?
And can a nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good
Run my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching
Full-grown type, Ferragamo do-rag
my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm as a motherfucking toucan
20 minutes, burn a quarter back to two grams
But dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass