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