Dom Perignon

Uh, uh
Yeah
I don't really think y'all gon understand but
I still gotta say it, you know
Uh
Follow me nigga

I'm bout my paper, my hoes, my religion
Anything else ain't even worth my attention
Broke out my hole just to run up these digits
I did so much as I look back, but I'm farther from finished
I want my daughter to be proud of a nigga
Fuck all these thoughts they just cloud up the vision
Gave em a step, took a mile I ain't tripping
They moving wrong I'm calling foul, but a tech coming with it
Your favorite rapper probably witnessed
All these underground niggas and all the favors I give em
But watch how they turn around and act like I ain't the shit one
My flow is tight as the tension
I'll probably die trynna get one
All my life trynna get on
I ain't losing no more battles turn your wife to a widow
These niggas trynna belittle
Cause I rhyme in riddles compared to mine they skittles
And they timing is fickle
So I don't need to go back and forth with these bitch ass niggas
I'm a young black, dedicated get cash nigga
You a talk shit but in the flesh, bitch ass nigga
Next time you in my hood you gone hear "Get that nigga"
Yeah we gon rip that nigga
Chopper flip that nigga
Mr Miyagi with this stick, don't make me kick that nigga
I ain't gon miss that nigga
Momma gon miss that nigga
Any nigga that I robbed come get yo shit back nigga
Cause I don't need it
My plane got a whole posturepedic that's right I'm eating
My plate stacked with green like I'm vegan
Niggas'd thought I was cheating
They act like broads but don't see it
Only difference is the bras, maybe panties and queefing
I'm gone
Caso
Yeah