Dome
Pulled up with your bitch
Hate that you ain't know
She spent a night with me
So she ain't ever coming home
Just took a twenty bean
Now I'm in my zone
Nobody coming to the crib
Like it's home alone
Go turn up a show
Then walk off and feel alone
Trying to talk to god
He ain't answering his phone
Stepping out in rafs
I jus match them with some chrome
If I shoot I ain't gonna miss
Im gonna hit him in his dome
Lately I been so high
I'm never coming down
Treat me like royalty
I don't even need a crown
Tats all on my neck
So when I walk by they gonna look
Going down in history
Catch me in the books
Wanna see my face
Then it's a price you gotta pay
Said she wanna have fun
Got her friend on the way
Committed to this shit
I don't got time to play
Jus sent him up to god
He don't even gotta pray
Run up on me acting crazy
Then I hope that shit a prank
Disrespect the ark
Imma make you walk the plank
I got my own sound
It ain't even no debate
Owner of this shit
I feel like Arthur Blank
Pulled up with your bitch
Hate that you ain't know
She spent a night with me
So she ain't ever coming home
Just took a twenty bean
Now I'm in my zone
Nobody coming to the crib
Like it's home alone
Go turn up a show
Then walk off and feel alone
Trying to talk to god
He ain't answering his phone
Stepping out in rafs
I jus match them with some chrome
If I shoot I ain't gonna miss
Im gonna hit him in his dome
Hate that you ain't know
She spent a night with me
So she ain't ever coming home
Just took a twenty bean
Now I'm in my zone
Nobody coming to the crib
Like it's home alone
Go turn up a show
Then walk off and feel alone
Trying to talk to god
He ain't answering his phone
Stepping out in rafs
I jus match them with some chrome
If I shoot I ain't gonna miss
Im gonna hit him in his dome
Lately I been so high
I'm never coming down
Treat me like royalty
I don't even need a crown
Tats all on my neck
So when I walk by they gonna look
Going down in history
Catch me in the books
Wanna see my face
Then it's a price you gotta pay
Said she wanna have fun
Got her friend on the way
Committed to this shit
I don't got time to play
Jus sent him up to god
He don't even gotta pray
Run up on me acting crazy
Then I hope that shit a prank
Disrespect the ark
Imma make you walk the plank
I got my own sound
It ain't even no debate
Owner of this shit
I feel like Arthur Blank
Pulled up with your bitch
Hate that you ain't know
She spent a night with me
So she ain't ever coming home
Just took a twenty bean
Now I'm in my zone
Nobody coming to the crib
Like it's home alone
Go turn up a show
Then walk off and feel alone
Trying to talk to god
He ain't answering his phone
Stepping out in rafs
I jus match them with some chrome
If I shoot I ain't gonna miss
Im gonna hit him in his dome
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Writer(s): Noah Beard
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