DOME (Radio Edit)

So before I have seats, gotta understand my roots This kid thinks he's on a ship
Looked inside my closet, got some pockets changed too
Now you're working, baby Why you working, baby
Stent nine-inch nails through his eyelids Since he thinks he's shady

This shit fresh off the top of my dome But I'm a dreamer, hey, you ever seen a nigga
Who was strong in the game
Dreaming about being at the top Cause you a flop at this game, you're lame
But I ain't really working, trying to get this shit right, bang, bang

The birth, baby, I'ma book your flight But most times, darling, the sequel sucks
He thinks he's tall and got muscles Cause we all know you been rapped, just had a brief leg
This is just an indication that we still working
Hey, he don't know, he the same as shit that Tyler wrote

Lord still with it, we can freak it like a contour sheet, get it
Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
You don't sleep on nothing but a comfort and skullcap
Fuck to the boys and not right, shout out to Hype Track

Does nothing but suck all money and knowledge of niggas
Yeah, I'm gonna leave with her
You ain't nothing but a vulture
And now he's acting bigger, but can't pull the trigger

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
Well, that's not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever
I understand I'm backed by popular demand
Live every day like your last, time runs fast

Nigga, 50 million up on these fuckboys
When it comes to hip-hop, I can't help but be triggered
It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
Well, that's not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever

I understand I'm backed by popular demand
Cause every girl I deal and fuck, it's always against her will
Thanks for watching



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Writer(s): Danny Hoang
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