Domain - Slowed + Reverb

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