[Verse 1: DOM]
Can't creep on your feet
Can't speak when i dump you about the
With the b*tch he see bad when you sleep
He shoulda thought that head
Watch the crop while he back
Couldn't warn him until his prayer's not to f*ck with my play
That's first mistake
You tryin' to play your play
I do gonna lose everyday
You never hear repeat
When I'm creeping through your space
He tryna run from reality
But it hit him in his face
Just follow the trails of smoke
As I lead you to your grave