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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