Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
High up until the world end,
doing eighty- five in my ride
know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming,
rule these niggas like a tyrant
it don't even seem like you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't
I know that niggas is finding my
The pressure I'm still applying
until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted,
Cry about it, but don't deny
that Doms got the realest flows
pulling on the killer 'dro
thinking "This is what I did it for"
Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
Still trife and Loiter Litter Life
while they ripping through
the packaging to grab the shit
I'm shaded with the few whom I
usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty- caking
Cause I don't like my fucking homies dip,
Jaw- slacking, all 'em awe struck
And I ain't got shit but a pretty
Riding in the city and knocking
I swear these niggas is fucking phony,
smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus,
Where you headed with that shit?
And can a real nigga get a look at
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than
Cheffing, fit the cook apron,
running 'till my foot aching
With my nigga Travy out in Maui,
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as
burn a fucking quarter back to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with