Kept It Thorough

[Dom Kennedy] I fuck tens, nines, maybe even eights I got ‘em all spread like six and seven states Do a couple shows it’s like six or seven dates What she did on our chat I’ll make her do it to my face That murder music on my waist (pah) Somebody hit the drum and let these niggas feel the bass like Don’t worry, I’m back Like homeboy from the [?] So every time your boys in the zone, niggas duck I killed San Diego Came home, niggas front So this time Imma go an [?] niggas for their lunch Shit, I help niggas on the [?] Derek Fisher shit, I help niggas in a clutch Everything I drop You let these niggas in the front But me and Cardi A. gon’ X these niggas in a month Shit, we smacking niggas and they friends Where the money at Don’t make me ask you more than once, muthafuka Yeah, I kept it thorough, nigga Since Bruce Smith had kicks I was strapped No similes, just memories Face the mirror, youngin' If you rap You gotta talk facts Not just who you pretend to be I remember we, would write raps Not thinking ‘bout this industry (nah) Just for the energy But now blogs, YouTube, World Star Is like the trinity Nigga, that shit be offending me Critics is like friends to me Everybody feel free and pick up a muthafukin’ pen with me Dom is better than I’ll begin to be This gon’ be the last time you don’t mention me, nigga