[Domo Genesis] Look for me Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality High up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these niggas hiding, know I´m striding like a giant I ain´t lying when I´m rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant Damn, Doms, it don´t even seem like you trying Know these niggas crucify ´em, couldn´t crack him I´m a diamond I know that niggas is finding my progression so uncommon The pressure I´m still applying until I hear the angels crying Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode Cry about it, but don´t deny that Doms got the realest flows My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer ´dro Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn´t know Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
[Earl Sweatshirt] Doms, 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 with mannequins Cause I don´t like my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all Jaw-slacking, all ´em awe struck And I ain´t got shit but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that´s Prior to arriving to the studio Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady Where you headed with that shit? And can a real nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook Ain´t ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment Run until my foot achy, running ´till my foot aching Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans Smoking ´till I´m loopy as a motherfucking toucan 20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter back to two grams But I´mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass
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