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