Domo Genesis - Rare Form Doms lyrics
[Domo Genesis - Rare Form Doms lyrics]
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
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