Plz Don’t Make Me Do It lyrics

[Produced by The Architect]

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Now I still don't pop molly, but I smoke around a pound of weed
Around an hour time we'll burn the sour like calories
That money sh*t enpowers me, cowards, while ya'll cowardly doubted me
Swear if uncle could see me now, he'd be proud of me
But I pour some out for my dead homies
Smoking out in Flatbush, Zombies my dead homies
Rommi my bread homie
I've seen some n*ggas die before they crime
And if I go I'd be proud to say I put some reason in my rhymes
Believe that I'm in time my season come online
Spring, winter, fall bring any raw, see that involves snakes out the grass
Priest of the law, preach and resolve
But you n*ggas too hard headed, that "I want it all" fetish
Devil is still aline, I ain't going where y'all headed
I don't get what I want, I know my n*ggas is war ready
A couple 100 degrees, still seeming the heat is rising
Withdrawal from the fiends, they say "you can't deprive me"
This just my essence, no second guessing, please read the science
f*ck the world, smoke weed, cheat, be defiant

[Hook: Domo Genesis]
Curse all of you b*tch n*ggas
'Cause I might hurt one of you b*tch n*ggas
Please don't make me do it
I think I'm on my old sh*t
They wanna see me on my old sh*t
Believe I'm on my old sh*t
Curse all of you b*tch n*ggas
'Cause I might hurt one of you b*tch n*ggas
Please don't make me do it
I think I'm on my old sh*t
They wanna see me on my old sh*t
Believe I'm on my old sh*t

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Bridge the gap between us
Always reminiscing about some old sh*t
Smoking good weed and you know we smoke the whole zip
Outie when the hoes dip
Know we rocking J's, know it be the old sh*t
Phone disconnected when you call, that's my old sh*t
Seeing other b*tches at the mall, that's my ho sh*t
Know your friend is so sick, that's why I play my old sh*t
So when I'm dead and gone you can say you know my old sh*t
This is for the vultures, I do this for the culture
Not cause I'm supposed to
Soldiers never show love
There is something old 'bout a new drug
There is something rad 'bout a good f*ck
Good women, good weed
That's why a n*gga move at such a speed
Eyes shifty on these fiends
I disintegrate regimes
You see me move smooth when I orchestrate tunes
I'm Coltrane if he ate shrooms, I assume
[Hook: Domo Genesis]
Curse all of you b*tch n*ggas
'Cause I might hurt one of you b*tch n*ggas
Please don't make me do it
I think I'm on my old sh*t
They wanna see me on my old sh*t
Believe I'm on my old sh*t

Curse all of you b*tch n*ggas
'Cause I might hurt one of you b*tch n*ggas
Please don't make me do it
I think I'm on my old sh*t
They wanna see me on my old sh*t
Believe I'm on my old sh*t

[Outro]
Old sh*t
I'm on my old sh*t