Rare Form Doms lyrics

[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib]

[Intro]

[Verse]
Uh, one shot, one ques
How you b*tch n*ggas feel?
More soul than a lil' bit
Visions of it all, ain't no comfort in this lil' sh*t
You got it and I need it, consider this, I'm about to hit a lick
Switch, show these baby gill n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas rollin' with us
And whoever wanna oppose, consider them n*ggas 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 n*ggas pathetic
I had to scrimmage for the trenches
Never been so pathetic, this some sh*t, 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 n*gga, it's too dope n*gga, there's no hope n*gga