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
Fuck 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