45/8 Jam - To The Dome lyrics

[Intro : Mook] 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 didn't know I could rap Now I got to put this sh** on the map f** you n***as, I ain't giving no dap [Chorus: Mook] Woah Woah! Smoking on this dope, the whip on me got to go Shawty giving me throat Smoking up all my weed Doesn't matter cause I got moe (racks) Money on the flow Missing when I was broke, got this sh** on my own Got all my j**elry on Took one strike to the dome She keep calling my phone My money getting to long n***as say they about it But it don't never be shown Run up on me, I popped it Then can tell your mamma you gone [Verse 1: Mook] Took one strike to the dome For all my n***as that's gone Roll the blunts of 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 Sticky kick out my home (damn) p**y n***as be hating I don't see what I do wrong Me and knock in that black on black Pull up skirt 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 nobody f**ing 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 faze me It's like I'm still going crazy Keep it on me its loaded Don't think nobody can save me b**hes keep trying to play me My old b**h having a baby And I think that it's crazy Cause I was busting her daily (woah) [Chorus: Mook] Smoking on this dope, the whip on me got to go Shawty giving me throat, Smoking up all my weed Doesn't matter cause I got moe (racks) money all on the floor Missing when I was broke, got this sh** on my own Got all my j**elry on Took one strike to the dome, she keep calling my phone My money getting to long, n***as say they about it But it don't ever be shown, run up on me I popped it, then can tell your mamma you gone [Verse 2: Mook] n***as they hate for no reason (why) I got bands on me, like wow keep it on me Keep it on me that sh** go bow All these hoes want to f** me now I was down they didn't hold me down You 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** 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 now, I'm giving it back feeling better Cause I know where you at I don't sleep 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** on the map f** you n***as, I ain't giving no dap (woah) I'm on some other sh** Never ever will I trust a b**h I was trying to get the money up All my real n***as switch up People telling me to give it up Mommy told me to get my money up Stand down till i ran it up [Chorus: Mook] Smoking on this dope, the whip got to go Shawty giving me throat, Smoking up all my weed Doesn't matter cause I got moe (racks) money all on the floor Missing when I was broke, practice sh** on my own Got all my j**elry on Took one strike to the dome, she keep calling my phone My money getting to long, n***as say they about it But it don't ever be shown, run up on me I popped it, can tell your mamma you gone