Till The Angels Come (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Prodigy)
I let you niggas have your fifteen But I’m running next Don’t duck and run, I’m crushing this, son Just fuck ‘em with nothing less Used to hustle suckers for pack of gushers and dubs of sess And now I puff some pounds every month I don’t be fuckin stressin’ No need for up(ward) inflection Got it(guide it) till there’s nothing left Showing no contesting I’m just laughing at who I’m up against Buncha frail fucks, bitches with they tails tucked Hope you ain’t thinking we believing the things you tell us Hope you ain’t thinking bout some beefing cuz that’s a L brah Wolf gang coming with that pack like a mail truck Niggas can not stop me, Doms drops kamikaze Outloud the chop to the top notch and got it bodied Smoother than maserati, not in the novice lobby Nigga watch me droppin that constant shit that you gotta copy Show me that shit you be on, [I] already got it prolly Nigga hella cocky on my hustle, don’t you fucking knock me Hook: Domo Genesis Apply pressure from all angles To go against it is dangerous Maintain cause it ain’t no thing to us You niggas claiming that famous stuff We just staying the same, stacking papers till the angels come Applying pressure from all angles To go against it is dangerous Maintain cause it ain’t no thing to us You niggas claiming that famous stuff We just staying the same, stacking papers till the angels come