rare form doms

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 killin' 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 rollin' 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 tellin' me who i am

all that tellin'

tellin'

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 makin' it crack with spoon

it's dope nigga

it's too dope nigga

there's no hope nigga