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a crook
You can tell by the pain that  I'm shook, yeah
We go overseas in a rush, Reggie the coupe sit low like a bush
Set up the shields like Brook ,
I'm

you aim his appendages?
Is it okay if my heart ain't expressing it?
I can treat you with respect I'm professional
Turning the beat up just by a few

a trip Overseas in the air like a blimp
Pockets swole like they just left the gym Likko Suavé need his cut like a Temp
Hoes on my arm so I live like a pimp

don't think about me
You don't think about me
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
You really stopped caring huh?
I can tell by the way that you move
This freaky life

round yeah that's 14.15 

Order another round yes going down got to tip the waitress cuz you keep a n**** drowning, I could tell by his eyes that

sittin
Lying back, low key, playin' my position
Boy, you touch head to head, I won't bust Mr. O.D
Yeah, I couldn't get enough, better hold me

I ain't

a subpoena
Top chef turn yo bitch to a eater
Top shelf how I'm blowin this reefer
WOK I po that shit by the liter
That nigga ain't street he be telling

it on the low she gone get chose
Said by who not me that's fasho
Number one pick and I'm going wit the doe
I'ma trade up cause I need a lot mo
And I'm

room anytime you want I don't kiss and tell
Stick close by when I need a friend to heal console my soul
I'll walk the crowd to be with you alone this

far until I see them shits on a ceiling
Look at my streams, by any means, I'm tryin' to run that shit up to a million
Packin' that carbon, aimin' at his

by accident
Leave the past in the past cause you already past that shit
This planet a bad bitch it is one that I had to hit
Treat life like that Tupac

notifications, nigga, I went to buzzin Bitch, I'm Big Dominique, like, who mad at
Me now
Like I give a shit, got me feelin' like the boy Ricky on the low
I came up

Caught up in a haze
Caught up in the skyline
Caught up in the way you're watching as 
The clouds go by

California dream 
Television sunrise 
Feather

swear I wouldn't speak
Still couldn't hold it in, but still
Man gotta fight for what's his

Why would you hate on the kid
Why would you hate on me

a low but it's mostly shake
I can beef with you if you broke it's too much at steak
I can do the song off the strength I'ma need some pace
Send a runner

the sleepless nights I wonder
When did I become this man
When I think of him I shutter
From the acts done by his hands
There's nothing to be proud of
When your

issues I couldn't forget it
Can't even put myself in his position
I just wanna show my seed something different
And hope he understands the difference
Life

Yeah, this the 1995 flow
Young stunna eyes low when we drive slow
This is everything I see with my eyes closed
So fresh and so clean when you see my

play, smart with the shits know what to say,
Keep it on the low yeah DMA,
DMV, CDC,
Control this n**** he a disease to me,
He lie to much, way to easily,

this ism is in my DNA/I'm in & out on a mission without a single trace/In wartime lay low unless you tryna die/Hot bullets buzzin' by ya ears like

to the police
But I just play tha background, continue movin' low key
Never put tha strap down, stay movin' like a OG
Pull up on the corna and get the school from

I didn't want any favors
Aye, it's that nigga 104
Walkin' through the trap door
Everybody gettin' low

When I up my fuckin' pole
Walk inside the trap

outta line
Say he ain't sold on his gang
I seen a switch for a dime
See, I keep it kosher today day
Other days outta my mind
Yeah, you could look but you

ain't never had a home
All I know is grind gotta do it by yourself niggas like you if you don't put on
I ain't putting no body on but myself
Your didn't