Rare Form Doms
(专辑: Under The Influence 2 - 2014)
Uh, one shot, one ques How you bitch niggas feel? More soul than a
lil' bit Visions of it all, ain't no comfort in this lil' shit You got it and I
need it, consider this, I'm about to hit a
lick Switch, show these baby gill niggas who they dealing with It's I, you geeks are just speaking of still images You fear me in my physical form I'm killing anything you niggas picture me on It's been a
minute, penny-pinching, we eventually spawn I
was to get up, fill up Machine gun raps for all my niggas rolling with us And whoever wanna oppose, consider them niggas hit up For all the
days with no pay, we still lit up For the
money, yeah I
get a
gut feeling like a
sit up Go and give up, you niggas pathetic I
had to scrimmage for the
trenches Never been so pathetic, this some shit, I
regret it But slow me down, never leaded I'm still spitting this fire like I've been sipping unleaded He too sick for the
medics, I
cut him deep like a
open heart More beast than the
passengers in Noah ark See me in the
streets, be discrete or get broke apart Man, it's a
thin line, rest in peace to Owen Hart Damn, don't need you telling me who I
am All that telling, telling, man I'm tallying up the
grams Smoking killer Cali, man, that package that's in demand Spoke with Dom's on the
work he making it crack with spoon It's dope nigga, it's too dope nigga, there's no hope nigga