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for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012
High up the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it don't seem like you trying
Know niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
I that niggas is finding my progression so uncommon
The pressure I'm applying until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your explode
Cry about it, but don't that Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low, on the killer 'dro
with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf as if you niggas didn't know
trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

Doms, while they through the packaging to grab the shit
I'm shaded with the few whom I 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 out in the Starbucks
I swear these niggas is phony, smoking spliffs and that's
to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive
Where you headed with shit?
And can a nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, 'till my foot aching
terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking
20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter to two grams
But dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass