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to the dome - mook lyrics

[produced by trippy t beats]

[intro]
you a clown, don’t come around
all rappers trying to take my sound
getting packs, but we could never cap
before you left, i ain’t know i could rap
now i got to put this sh-t on the map
f-ck you n-gg-s, i ain’t giving no dap

[chorus]
whoa!
smoking on this dope, the whip on me got to go
shawty giving me throat
smoking up all my weed
don’t matter cause i got mo’ (racks)
money all on the floor
reminiscing when i was broke, got this sh-t on my own
got all my jewelry on
took one strike to the dome
she keep calling my phone
my money getting too long
n-gg-s say they about it
but it don’t never be shown
run up on me, i’ll pop it
then, tell your mama you gone

[verse 1]
took one strike to the dome, for all my n-gg-s that’s gone
roll up blunts of the strongs and put my pain in a song
they keep telling me “stop it”, so i don’t pick up my phone
really came from the bottom, used to get kicked out my home (d-mn)
p-ssy n-gg-s be hating, i don’t see what i do wrong
me and knock in that black-on-black
pull up, skrrr then we gone
now, i ride by my lonely, i’m starting to feel that you gone
put my heart in this music, i told lil knock that we on
ain’t n-body f-cking with me, booking shows on my own
shooters with me they ready, so don’t do nothing i won’t
all these rappers my children, i roll their check in my blunt (gas)
money up to the ceiling, now i can do what i want
all this money dont phase me, it’s like i’m still going crazy
keep it on me, it’s loaded, don’t think n-body can save me
b-tches keep trying to play me, my old b-tch having a baby
and i think that it’s crazy, ’cause i was busting her daily (woah)

[verse 2]
n-gg-s they hate for no reason (why)
i got bands on me, like wow
keep it on me, that sh-t go “bow”
all these hoes want to f-ck me now
i was down they didn’t hold me down
you a clown, don’t come around
all these rappers trying to take my sound
hold up, wait, i can’t slow down
they say i’m living to fast
see a hater and put my foot on the gas
tinted windows, facing blunts to the gas
chopper on me, had to give up that mask
all that broke sh-t i left in the past
remember nights, i was down to my last
hit up knock, he gon’ throw me that bag
never told me he wanted it back
run it up, now, i’m giving it back
feeling better ’cause i know where you at
i don’t sleepm i be up writing raps
reminiscing how we used to run laps
getting packs, but we could never cap
before you left, i didn’t know i could rap
now i got to put this sh-t on the map
f-ck you, n-gg-s, i ain’t giving no dap (whoa)
i’m on some other sh-t
never, ever will i trust a b-tch
i was trying to get the money up
all my real n-gg-s switched up
people telling me to give it up
mama told me to get my money up
stayed down, ’til i ran it up

- mook lyrics

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