for me Lost in a whirlwind, quality High up until the world end, doing in my ride And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding a giant I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas a tyrant Damn, Doms, it don't even seem you trying these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond I that niggas is finding my progression so uncommon The pressure I'm still until I hear the angels crying Sad day in Hell for who doubted, hope your head explode Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest My eyes is low, pulling on the killer 'dro Chilling with a vixen, "This is what I did it for" Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't Still trife and Loiter Litter and triple sixing, ho
Doms, they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit I'm shaded with the few whom I 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 pretty bitch and tucks in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks I these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's Prior to to the studio glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady Where you headed with shit? And can a real nigga get a look at it? Crook, Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch Cheffing, fit the apron, ante up for good payment Run until my foot achy, 'till my foot aching Full-grown terror type, do-rag With my Travy out in Maui, running two-mans Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a toucan 20 minutes, a fucking quarter back to two grams But I'mma dip, I you must have had it with my rude ass