Till the Angels Come

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] 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 and 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 [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Ain’t no loving cuz a thug with multiple drug addicts Rippin’ nigga automobiles with this automatic Record label drop me, I drop the package to my knees Flip on some catches, chop some ounces, now I’m even bigger Stay by the whipper, that gangsta nigga – gangsta shit Under surveillance, got federal agents at the crib Them crackers say I’m movin' thangs on airplanes So spare me with the stress, I shot my load to some spare change Them G packs, back in the streets – jack Back in the spot that keep the smokin’ off their knee caps Turning *rookies into regulars could get free shots I got them yappas, bigger choppers than the police got And them niggas know it, bigger shit I’m flowin’ I know they gon get me one day in the morning So when I wake up I praise the Lord, roll up a blunt and fuck my bitch Make that ass get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss Nasty Gibbs Make that ass get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss Smokin’ dodo cu some jungle just got smoked over some priests Play with y’all just like the west, I’m up for life cuz life’s a bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Baby girl tweekin’ on that moon rock Me, I just keep it simple, let the Dom pop You let the champagne splash on the girl’s head It ain’t a party till some champagne glass break Get in that stupid dough, spittin’ that future flow Grand poobah bars, the infamous large This is how I do it, get this money, live large My head is not a stairway for me, I fire arms Thugged-out Hippy, super dope with a rap sheet From the ceiling to the floor, all kind of charge Counts of robbery, assaults and battery I’m just a fellow with a talent for spillin’ This Dog-Back-Alley shit over these great beats Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box Straight up, out well Curl a nigga body up then peel off in a hot wheel I thought I told you, these niggas never listen I popped a Desert eagle off and make ya bitch piss in- Side of your car, I’m tryin’ to relax But you push me to the limit, I’mma take you to the max [Hook]