for me Lost in a whirlwind, quality High up 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 don't seem like you trying Know these niggas crucify 'em, crack him I'm a diamond I know that niggas is my progression so uncommon The I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your explode Cry about it, but deny that Doms got the realest flows My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the '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 Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to the shit I'm with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with New patty-caking 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 bitch and tucks Riding in the city and out in the Starbucks I swear these niggas is fucking phony, spliffs and that's Prior to to the studio Eyes to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady Where you headed with that And can a real nigga get a at it? Crook, panic-shook Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for payment Run until my 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 loopy as a motherfucking 20 minutes, a fucking quarter back to two grams But I'mma dip, I you must have had it with my rude ass