life hittin different Lyrics

DOMO

DOMO

Been up since 5am thinking bout that shit, what

Shit crazy man, just lost another young nigga to the street shit

Damn, fuck going on

This life shit hitting different

And any car that Domo had, them windows end up tinted

I can't start another chapter till the current one get finished

Left a couple niggas timid and a lot of bitches livid

I can't kick it, sorry shawty, you be on that Jada Pinkett

Got entangled with them racks, nothing else get my attention

I hate being rubbed the wrong way, I can't control my friction

They be saying that it's love, but got the building filled with tension

Black, hot, heart froze, how them temperatures gon' mix

Allergies, snot, nose, they gon' wipe it, gon' get fix

Healthy hair, locks growth, she say I should get some wicks

Told me stop the dropping music and come through and drop some dick

Bought a zone from out the A, but I don't think it came from 6

Niggas scared to come outside and play, they say they on restrict

And my daughter made a soft spot in my heart, but I'm still strict

Look for niggas running around and I won't let her be no Vick

All these racks on me, you to broke to see my POV

CD on Vondell, we be toting straps from COD

I get high as hell and and antisocial, fucking up my speech

I don't care to bring no sand out to the ocean like a beach

Trapping just like FL Studio, no way I miss a beat

Niggas claiming that they fucking with the best, I got you beat

Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep

Be the first one to wake up and be the last to go to sleep

DOMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

How I got here

Hey, we was made for this

Through thick and thin, niggas gon' pretend

But we always been the one to set the trends

And everybody ain't your friend, but what I always tell you

I'ma keep you right so you don't go left, that's to death

These hoes ain't nothing but cheese on the board, you know that

Matter of fact, they like Gatorade, we in the game, baby

They like a little refreshing break to quench your thirst

But when that whistle blow, you down that hoe, 10-4

This big bro, you know we Ms. Brenda's sons

I'm signing out, I love you

Keep putting that pressure on these boys

And keep dropping that heat back to back to back