Fat Dom Lyrics

Uhh, Benny
Steroids, nigga
Ayo Green, this shit make me feel
This shit me feel way bigger than all the rest of these niggas
Yo, uhh...

Butcher, look
Guess who back like I left somethin'
Top drawer full of dirty money, just hundreds
These rap niggas funny, most of 'em slept, fuck it
They ain't think I'd be a threat by the time of our next run-in (yeah)
For that spread I was hard head
I went all in just to put bread in my moms hand
We street niggas, did business with pot scrapers
And learnt tips from politickin' with stock traders
How they sucker niggas gon' hate on what God gave us? (how?)
From the first floor of the P's to skyscrapers
You give a nigga game you figure he might manage
Play the cards they dealt me to my advantage like Gambit
But nah, I ain't have an easy life
I couldn't sleep at night, my nigga, I put that on them Yeezy stripes
I used to get the block completely white
Crazy how the kids learn to tweet and type before they learn to read and write
Uhh, only the game choose who die
I'm from the hood like you, where the same rules apply
There's two type of niggas, the same few'll ride
The rest of 'em fold up when they can't do the time (take note)
I wrote the street shit down, had to make it simple
This for all the young niggas who I gave a pistol (yeah)
To all the shooters that I made official
I breed 'em and when I need 'em those niggas that I pay to get you
It's like fog come they all need clothes for school
By summertime these niggas tryin' to hold a tool
My only rule, I never give 'em they first strap (never)
So if they got it from me, then they earnt that
Promoters book me in the city and the hoes comin'
The Feds too 'cause they think we washin' dope money
It's true, I was cuttin' raw for a couple grand (what happened?)
That's when the underdog got the upper hand
Only a couple members out the clique loyal
So I know how it feel to see 'em switch on you (shit hurt)
Talk down on you, when that don't go well (what happened?)
That's when they double back to ride your coat tails
Out my own eyes I done seen 'em double
I'm still feelin' like I need a legal hustle
That phone static up that only mean trouble
Blue money in that bright red Supreme duffle, ahhh!

Nigga, these niggas not enough for me man
Griselda, Butcher nigga, Steroids