D.O.M.P.

I said I need to vent Need the phone bill, gas money, bitch I need the rent Put respect up on my name shawty bitch don't get me bent Used to reach up in my pocket all we ever had was lint Now we can talk about it Cuz' a nigga riding rims 3 wagons ain't no telling what a nigga sliding in He ain't never had a way we made it where we got it in When them feds get behind us we be praying not again We can't talk around em God some patnas from way back now i feel awkward round em Cuz i found that they rat now i can't vouch about em Knock that mouse up out him Street sweeper mop that house about him Shit get deeper nigga we should talk about it talk about it Let's talk about the depths of my pain Bitch put some respect on my name Each and every stress that I've gained Just add on to them depths of my pain Let's talk about it I do this shit for yall Used to pitch the raw now I'm Mr Move The Crystal Ball Living large short temper but the coupe was sitting tall Tinted all four doors watch the losers squint in hard Knew we'd get this far but this ain't far enough I'm manifesting my future while you choose to call it luck This is God's vessel plush in some Chucks wit the hard metal Family hurt you first Simba don't believe what Scar tell you I'm a signed shooter in a blue hoodie like Carmelo Keep my grind moving never stop to tell a narc hello I can not settle Kings ain't created to be slaves F*ck the dumb shit I'm slaying these devils to be saved Let's talk about the depths of my pain Bitch put some respect on my name Each and every stress that I've gained Just add on to them depths of my pain Let's talk about it