Look for me lost in a whirlwind 2012 quality
High up until the world ends 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 trifling Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing ho
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 f**king homies dip bruh they all
Jaw-slacking all 'em awe struck
And I ain't got shit but a pretty b***h and cigar tucks
Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear these niggas is f**king 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 n***a 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 n***a Travy out in Maui running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherf**king toucan
20 minutes burn a f**king quarter back to two grams
But I'mma dip I know you must have had it with my rude ass
