Dome

Man he got shot right in the dome
You know his momma crying
He ain't even make it home

And yeah this place is cold
Man you wont make it out alone
And I pray my soul to keep
You never know who want you gone

I've been the underdawg
But u just know ill never fold
Don't care about the numbers
I just let the truth be told

And I've been coming up
So all these b*tches hit my phone

Last year they ain't want nothing to do wit me
Now they liking all my posts
Don't hit me with that foolery

I know y'all envy me
I see y'all really trying to ruin me
I gotta watch who I maneuver with
You never know what they could do to me

Some people always stay strapped
But me, I pray the lord my soul to keep

And this whole industry a game
I'm way too solid for the gimmicks
And you know I'm not quitting
I got a mission that's unfinished

I do this for my family
Stack these hunnids to the ceiling
Last homie was a snake
But I knew it from the start
I had a feeling

Yeah I've been on my lonely
Cause I don't even know who be the realest

And you just know my name
So don't be acting like you know me
And if you want my trust
Then loyalty you better show me

They aiming at your neck
And they keeping that sh*t low key

And they keeping that sh*t low key

They aiming at your neck
And they keeping that sh*t low key

How you gonna judge?
You barely even know my story
You don't even know me (Uh)

Man he got shot right in the dome
You know his momma crying
He ain't even make it home

And yeah this place is cold
Man u wont make it out alone
And I pray my soul to keep
You never know who want you gone

I've been the underdawg
But you just know ill never fold

You just know I'll never fold
Dont care about the numbers
I just let the truth be told

And I've been coming up
So all these b*tches hit my phone

All these b*tches hit my phone



Credits
Writer(s): Roberto Zavala
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