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