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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, rule these like a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it don't even 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 pressure I'm still applying until I hear the crying
Sad day in for those who doubted, hope your head explode
Cry about it, but don't deny Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low, on the killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is I did it for"
Still banging, Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
Still trife and Loiter Litter and triple sixing, ho

Doms, while they ripping the packaging to grab the shit
I'm shaded the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty-caking with
Cause I like my fucking homies 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 swear niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to arriving to the
Eyes glued to a maximus, attractive lady
Where you headed with shit?
And can a real nigga get a at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good
Run until my foot achy, running 'till my aching
terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking
20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you have had it with my rude ass