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for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012
High up until the end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding a giant
I ain't lying I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it don't even seem you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't 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 for those who doubted, hope your head explode
Cry about it, but deny that Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is low, pulling on the killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf 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 mannequins
Cause I don't like my 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 city and knocking out in the
I these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to to the studio
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 butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, running 'till my aching
Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo
With my Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan
20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter to two grams
But dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass