Domo Genesis - We Major lyrics
[Domo Genesis - We Major lyrics]
It's clear to see that
This is fucking manslaughter
Bodies in the water beats in the casket
And preachers at your altar
Tweetin' from the sky like I'm
Finna land on ya and bitches get pumped
Like Fishburne's daughter
16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss (ta?)
You just in the closet, nigga I'm a monsta
Full blown sick, you niggas a little nausea
Snappin' on shit
Like what's served at Red Lobster
Rasta but no dread head, I'm too proper
I'm breaking down the game for
You niggas like Bob Costas
Impostors mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us
And I'm getting neck from your bitch
Like dog collars
Ya'll be bullshittin' but I dodge
It like a boxer weavin' like a ghetto black
Bitch gettin' primed up
Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up
I ain't seen you niggas in
A minute like Von Dutch
It kinda feels like I'm living
With my eyes shut walking on a dream
All the real niggas gon' rise up
Punks stay away my dro heads
Are like nine sluts
My old heads tell me go ahead
You doing fine son
I know that you faggots don't like us
But, you'd be winnin' if you
Did it just like us
It's a celebration, so I might just-
Fly to New York
Sour diesel light the night up
This is fucking manslaughter
Bodies in the water beats in the casket
And preachers at your altar
Tweetin' from the sky like I'm
Finna land on ya and bitches get pumped
Like Fishburne's daughter
16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss (ta?)
You just in the closet, nigga I'm a monsta
Full blown sick, you niggas a little nausea
Snappin' on shit
Like what's served at Red Lobster
Rasta but no dread head, I'm too proper
I'm breaking down the game for
You niggas like Bob Costas
Impostors mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us
And I'm getting neck from your bitch
Like dog collars
Ya'll be bullshittin' but I dodge
It like a boxer weavin' like a ghetto black
Bitch gettin' primed up
Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up
I ain't seen you niggas in
A minute like Von Dutch
It kinda feels like I'm living
With my eyes shut walking on a dream
All the real niggas gon' rise up
Punks stay away my dro heads
Are like nine sluts
My old heads tell me go ahead
You doing fine son
I know that you faggots don't like us
But, you'd be winnin' if you
Did it just like us
It's a celebration, so I might just-
Fly to New York
Sour diesel light the night up