Dominick the demonic
Little evil motherfucker on the street making plays
Little lost motherfucker man he tryna find his way
Little stupid ass jit always stuck up in a daze. yeah
Dominick the demonic
Little evil motherfucker on the street making plays
Little lost motherfucker man he tryna find his way
Little stupid ass jit always stuck up in a daze. yeah
Fucking kid always lookin' crazy
Man that fucking kid be always looking crazy

Waking up in darkness with a glowing light in the distance
Entirely new place, i question my existence
Lost his mind at the age of thirteen
When his n***a handed him his very first fucking beam
Told him go and get that n***a cause he tried to run a scheme
So he cocked back the chrome and put it to his dome
Sorry but you gotta tell your hoe you ain't going home
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit, is you really down to hit
Bet you won't pull a strap on a n***a
Let that shit rat-a-tat-tat on a n***a
Long walk a journey down a long road
I look around this new world and watch
While things continue to corrode
The shadow runs on the roof
It's clearly stalking me
What is now a desert once was a sea
This news world around me engulfed in a flame
I can't help but feel i'm am to blame

Yeah, he's from a fam where the three pack
Buddy, move back where they always bury n***as
Cause they really do that
Never down for the trap rather make the nine clap
When they dump on yo ass
Pull off in a humvee like these homies buggin'
Poppa talking bout bugging out tot he hills now
Lil n***a thinking 'bout popping pills now
(how the fuck i'm posed to stand and fight)
When the lil dude smoke too much
Cause his mind fucked up
'cause old boy pulled up and he lit a n***a up
Told him slip on his mask
Gon and check this n***a off your task
Little motherfucker damned to hell
Cast away to a room that he called his cell
No one really fucks with n***a
'cept the ones who ain't know em well
Lost track of time
Found solitude and peace of mind
Wasn't always thinking how these people gonna die
Probably would have been dead
If his queen didn't ride
If nikko wasn't down to die
If boss didn't tap his mind
Passed off the 4-5
Told em be prepared to slide
Time went by and he moved back south
Little broke motherfucker can't afford shit
Now he keep his nine tucked hopin' for a hit
So he waits 'til the sun goes down
And the moon comes out
Then his eyes roll back and it turn all black
So he pulls out the strap then he puts it to his dome
In the hood man, the next sound's already known

I see her sitting at the end of my journey
I run grab her and tell her not to worry
She looks up and i see a familiar face
I know this soul just an unfamiliar place
It's the creator, she sobs and breaks into ash
Into my head comes a rush of my past
When will i wake up, not soon enough
Sword in my hand i cock it back sharpen it up, i
Try to keep it going while i clear my head
I look to my right and i see a lake flowing with the dead