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for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012
High up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my
And these 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 even like you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a
I know that niggas is finding my progression so
The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head
Cry about it, but don't that Doms got the realest flows
My is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you didn't know
Still and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the
I'm shaded with the few I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns with mannequins
I don't like 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 and knocking out in the Starbucks
I these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive
Where you headed that shit?
And can a nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some ankles
Cheffing, fit the apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, 'till my foot aching
Full-grown type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my nigga out in Maui, running two-mans
'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan
20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my ass