DOMAIN ft. Jamar Rose Lyrics

Days I was thinking bout spinning the block, now I just go and rip up the mic

Feet they was grounded, I'm flipping the work till I'm putting the wind to my wings and I Take flight

Spitting till I spend about a band

Go beyond, they didn't think I can

Now they just mention my name with the greats

Callon and J, we up in outer space

Couple niggas feening for the smoke, we ready

Pull up to the block and they shooting out confetti

Celebration for the boy that's putting on heavy

I just drop hit after hit and I'm steady

Climbing the ranks, I'm knocking opposition

Stopping the boy? I'm getting to my mission

Look how I'm built, you seeing that I'm different

Flow that I make when cooking in the kitchen

Hearing my sound and they turn up the audio

Slide past your crib, then you hop off the patio

Ah, ah, I hit him right in his panty hoes

Check his anatomy filled up with bullet holes

Smoke in the coupe, ho-hot box

Waves in the top, but I hang like some dread locks

I just keep murdering beats, you can not stop

I keep on hanging with niggas that's on top

First place, second, third, and all the way to hundred

Me and all my niggas, yeah, we run it

Any rapper you heard, I'ma son it

Talking down on me you finna plummet

All black Uzi and it's violent, screwing on the tip and now it's silent

When it hit it's stinging like a bee, dumb the whole clip, now you dying

J done hopped in the whip and told me keep driving

He hit a lick on the game and asked if I'm riding

I did the dash like I'm hyphen

I'll never side switch, we feeling righteous

Prayer hands you in the presence of gods

Swear man come take a step in the mosque

Chair man, bitch, I'm a boss

Caravan deep on the road to the top

Fast life, I got a hunger that can not be curbed

Hold down the summer and hang out superb

Now I get love from the gutter and burbs

Stealing my thunder, boy, you got some nerve

I hit the lab with a chip on my shoulder

I let my nuts hang bigger than boulders

Can't tell me nothing but yo, B, you killed it

I ain't got time for no bitch in their feelings

All of these rappers, they act like I owe em

But actually all that I do is outgrow em

This here the best of both worlds, call is Za Warudo

I hit their cell and we moving in dark mode

Fifth Leaf on the Clove, grip it

It'll prick you like a Rose, dripping

Blood seal, I seal the deal on your soul

Domain swallow you whole

Rumble B dare you try to step up and humble me

See how you move and it's really disgruntling

Thoughts in my head are so troubling

Keep my composure, god doesn't like ugly

How can you face us, sacred circles fulla day ones

It's a circus in the majors

Self made never made up

Ain't no bitch in my make up