Rare Form Doms

[Produced by Noah "40" Shebib] [Intro] [Verse] Uh, one shot, one ques How you bitch niggas feel? More soul than a lil' bit Visions of it all, ain't no comfort in this lil' shit You got it and I need it, consider this, I'm about to hit a lick Switch, show these baby gill niggas who they dealing with It's I, you geeks are just speaking of still images You fear me in my physical form I'm killin' anything you niggas picture me on It's been a minute, penny-pinching, we eventually spawn I was to get up, fill up Machine gun raps for all my niggas rollin' with us And whoever wanna oppose, consider them niggas hit up For all the days with no pay, we still lit up For the money, yeah I get a gut feeling like a sit up Go and give up, you niggas pathetic I had to scrimmage for the trenches Never been so pathetic, this some shit, I regret it But slow me down, never leaded I'm still spitting this fire like I've been sipping unleaded He too sick for the medics, I cut him deep like a open heart More beast than the passengers in Noah ark See me in the streets, be discrete or get broke apart Man, it's a thin line, rest in peace to Owen Hart Damn, don't need you tellin' me who I am All that tellin', tellin', man I'm tallying up the grams Smoking killer Cali, man, that package that's in demand Spoke with Dom's on the work he makin' it crack with spoon It's dope nigga, it's too dope nigga, there's no hope nigga