MF DOM ft. Rob Goodknight Lyrics

I be keeping MF-ers DOOMed

Leave the Dead Bent over their tomb

Hitting CELLZ like I'm hitting wombs

And THAT'S THAT commence the using

Of Red and Gold in drip doing

My best to Tick Tick em off like Tourettes

I bet that a hardcore vet

Break down begin to stall and then

Want a break I ain't stopping yet

Had the calibre often set

To keep trucking along like rigs

Write 18 wills I often kicked

In Please B Patient start to get

The chance for going off and shift

Focuses past gears always sticking

Coming in clutch often with

Peddling largest problems yet

Living off borrowed time

The clock tick fastest

When I come in second blasting

60 times I meant it as is

Gone like Eleanore crashing

I'm a Nickel-less Cage Lavish

With birdies on my wood acting

Like life's a birch I haven't

Tried to spruce it up been candid

Leaving trees for pine box caskets

To drop

Most of the plans I got

Mausoleums cadavers hard

Rigor mortis the status they cop

But they gotta manage to soften

Up when I'm spazzing I'm off

That sleep paralysis on thoughts

Of enemies who want Havoc Mobbing Deep

Cuz we know I'm a Prodigy

And I bet an L can miss me

Like Indigo White DMing me

Telling me what about all our livestreams

You never mod em, despite weeding

Out the negative vibes I seen

It's cuz with the waves I try to seek

I find it's not the right frequency

For me, preach

Think I'd concede

But sowing plants for green Ain't me

Hoes I'll reap like farmers when reaching

For harvests too corny for my teeth

To sink into.