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 get

They crackin’ say I’m movin’ things 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 duffels, 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]