Domo Genesis Questions

Am I dreaming, now I can’t tell the difference

Is this mission God-sent or is it sacrilegious

Am I running from the past or am I backwards sprinting

Can I blast out all this sleep and just get back to living

In my War, will God hate me for these rash decisions

Or will he save me, know in my heart through this path I’m given

I got so many questions, but who am I asking nigga

I ask myself, what is it you really after nigga

Is it money, is it bitches, is it fame

Is it pursuit of happiness if everybody knows your name

Does this weed keep me from going clinically insane

Are you really even living this image up in this game

But what is you really saying

You ain’t really saving souls, is you

You from nothing fam, you really think it’s gold in you

Are you built to keep that spirit in your soul with you

Will you stick to it even if they don’t roll with you

I got questions

[Hook – Kendra Foster:]

Just when you thought this was just for your fun

There’s something there to tell you that you been done

So I’ve got a lot of questions

Cursing that you’re on a mission, oh

[Da$H:]

Just another dead man breathing

Burnt out heathen, sipping syrup every week

Doing powder every evening, popping pills to keep me even

Since a nigga left school, seems it’s death that I’m cheating

So I’m speeding, fuck slow is

Catch me anywhere dough is

Nowadays it’s anywhere a show is

Same [?] call me asking where a O is

If you talking ’bout the edge, shit, I’m dancing on the closest

If you talking ’bout showbiz, shit I don’t know shit about it

Start to fight, these other niggas crowd around it

The rap game got me questioning my surroundings

I got issues, so I’m counseling with the ounces

My lump of problems seem to turned into a mountain

Money in the mattress, never spoke to no accountant

Nigga, all this finessing, God gave me a blessing

Make it, the Hell before me, that’s just under double

I got questions

[Hook – Kendra Foster:]

Just when you thought this was just for your fun

There’s something there to tell you that you been done

So I’ve got a lot of questions

Cursing that you’re on a mission, oh

What’s worse? Fake smiles or not smilin’ at all?

You risk it all, askin if you hit the ground if you fall

What if they don’t love your dream and ain’t astounded at all?

And when they say you’ll never make it, will you doubt it at all?

You ain’t ashamed to public dancing to that drum in your heart

Are you afraid to bring to light, what you’ve done in the dark?

Are you embracing what’s becoming your part? Are you complacent?

Can you face personal pain just for the love of the art?

I hope that you ain’t let your momma down

You wish that you was back in college now

Do you feel dumb from all that knowledge now?

We bout them digits, yeah them commas now

You wish you had some solids now

Will they still love you if you not around?

Now are you using all your intellect? I mean no disrespect

But are you capable to be they interest?

Are you afraid to let your dreams and life intersect?

I wanna know man, I ain’t finished yet

I got questions

[Kendra Foster:]

Don’t stop, keep on living

Can’t stop, we ain’t risen

Wake up, check your vision

Play until your time’s up (I got questions)

Give until your time’s up (I got questions)

Domo Genesis Basic Bitch

[Domo Genesis]

Now as time moves on and my clout gets bigger

How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga?

iPhone full of missed calls from this sick broad

Only fucked once, she complainin how she miss dog (ha ha ha)

Bitch chill! Ain’t nobody trickin over here

Appeared to have feeling, watch me make them feelings disappear

Yeah the magician’s here, just kickin it

I’m sick with this pimpin shit, playin hoes ridiculous

I ain’t got love for ’em, only ’bout the grind

It’s hunger in my heart, and desire on my mind

These others slow behind, I’m speedin through the fast lane

She pipe blowin no brights though and keep your last name

I’ll let you hit the weed, what else do you really need?

You high or you’re delirious, tellin me you can’t breathe

When you’re without me, you don’t know how you should be

High, that’s the addiction, this bitch is under my cheese

[Chorus]

That’s the addiction, this bitch is under my cheese

and bitches under my sleeve yup! Tryin to smoke my weed up

Reefer, that’s what I’m talkin ’bout, sativa

Indica, you need to listen to me lil’ girl

You actin so basic (bitch) I’m tired of yo’ Payless ass

You need to cop some Asics you basic (bitch)

You need a muh’fuckin facelift

I like ’em plastic, dinosaur, jurassic

[Hodgy Beats]

Same ol’, same ol’, bitch youse a lame-o

You’re not the pot of gold to be at the end of a rainbow

It’s ludicrous abusiveness, I ain’t got time

I’m busy on my music shit, is Nike tryin to do this shit?

Hodgy back to prove this shit and watch the bank approve this slick

with big checks ’em in; recognize a pro, he bring the vets with him

Expect the fiber hoes encountering long neck syndrome

Average is basic, day five or day six

Different day, same shit, my hat speak my language

Articulate terminology, follow me or swallow me

Shallowly, blow these basics off like kush Cali weed

Basic meanin basic salary

Facelift overexceedin calories

Instead of Weight Watchin, she gettin donuts from Valerie’s

Colors flux like mood rings

Now she ain’t happy, the hoodrat comes out

and her weave get nappy, Hodgy leavin this rat shit

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Dinosaur, jurassic [repeats chopped 4X]

Domo Genesis Sundace Kids

Yeah!

Biyatch!

Brrrrrat!

(Laughs)

[Domo Genesis:]

Take ten, then ya reach for ya gun

Leave a nigga laying out to leak in the sun

I can’t, be a bitch about a G on the run

Wanted in 50 cities for depletin’ they funds

Bitch I’m an outlaw

Swing right hand, southpaw

Blaze fire to the ceiling make they house fall

Paranoid so whenever I’m in doubt, draw

I’m getting money muthafucka what about y’all?

Raw from the womb, the tomb

Under the moon for your saloon with goons

Bitch, we making it rain, a monsoon platoon

Steady bringing the pain, my next dues at noon, fully loaded!

Swear that Imma bring it to whoever really want it

Done with these beginners nigga, show me my opponent, and

Please know we smoking weed all day

Haters want a nigga DOA

I’m getting money nigga

[Hook – Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis:]

Naaaaaaa naaaaaaaa naaaaaaa naaa naaaaa naaa na

Imma outlaw

I got everybody plottin’ on my downfall

Naaaa naa naaaaa naaa naaa naaaa naaaa

Imma make you hate me ’till you love me

Young nigga gettin’ to the money, UH!

[Hodgy Beats:]

Im an outlaw, you better know who we are (we are)

Killas that’s who we are (that’s who we are)

Make him take a visit to the D.R. (Hm? Yeahhh)

Aim and squeeze an AR-16 bar

Can’t find me on the radar

I’m off it in a beam-off

I’ll choke you like a mean cough

Don’t consider me a boss

Nigga I am the boss

He tried to front I took his shines, then he ran D. Moss

Flunkin’ ass niggas just coated can-dy straws

Park her like a sea saw

Come around my block and give my niggas cut your feet off

Hodgy Beats!

He at the beach gettin’ beat off

That’s because a nigga hot chilly sauce, you weak sauce

Fully Loaded!

My guns is tired, sweatin’ tombs of fire

Feedin penalties of death like Dennis McGuire

I’m gettin’ Even Steven on you Lizzy McGuires

[Hook – Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis:]

Naaaaaaa naaaaaaaa naaaaaaa naaa naaaaa naaa na

Imma outlaw

I got everybody plottin’ on my downfall

Naaaa naa naaaaa naaa naaa naaaa naaaa

Imma make you hate me ’till you love me

Young nigga gettin’ to the money, UH!

Any man that doesn’t want to cooperate, I’ll make him wish he hadn’t been born

[Domo Genesis:]

I’m seein’ red like it’s February

Bringin’ fire to you yellow bellies

Actin’ rowdy, but you hella scary

Talkin loudest, but you never ready

Niggas [?], yeah I’m gettin’ paid

Every motion set yo whole shit ablaze, ya ho amazed

I’m coastal with these oceanic waves, ya so [?]

Well behave when I come through the set

Or you could press ya luck and play a game of Russian Roulette

Young nigga run the money, yeah I come for the check

Comin’ up, but I ain’t close to gettin’ comfortable yet

Drugs, Money, and Sex

The Wild West, we about all

Word up to Pac, I’m an Outlaw

Uh!

Domo Genesis Awkward Groove

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Oh, no

I mean really what am I to do?

Okay, these words to my momma, I promised to not to lose

A born sinner, still playing like I forgot the moves

Dancing to this drum in my heart, this is such an awkward groove

No fam, really niggas ain’t ready they sleep

While they wake I play that crickets, send out some blessings from me

No more stressing baby we don’t smoke nothing less then a G

A hundred grand, a million dollar mind state

A couple goons on call, in case they got to boost the crime rate

America ain’t never really tell me how that pot tastes

I’m looking for my destiny, take me on a blind date

Sixty figures making sure my mom straight

Whole clique stepping out on point looks like it’s prom date

Came a long way from getting paid doing that not say

Invested in my motherfucking self and now my stock raised

Knowing niggas steady getting guap, say

Look at me now

I got knowledge for every dollar made, so look at me now

I’m scared of none of my flaws, they got ’em shooking me now

So if you ever had a doubt about it, it shouldn’t be now

I got ’em shooking me now

So if you ever had a doubt about it, it shouldn’t be now

[Samantha Nelson & Carmel Echols:]

I can’t keep sitting here waiting around

Stick my feet under the ground

Keep my head under the clouds

You got to be lost where you found

I can’t keep sitting here waiting around

Stick my feet under the ground

Keep my head under the clouds

You got to be lost where you found

Mhhh [x8]

Yeah

Domo Genesis Brotha

[Hook:]

Still smoking on that, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Promised God I’d never work at a 9 to 5

I swear I’ll find a better worth for why I am I alive

It’s about time that I’m seeing my stars align

Back in the hood just looking out the window

Staring at the moon somehow make all my problems little

I don’t know why life is hard I guess it’s all a riddle

To keep it real I haven’t solved it but it’s all official

I grow a little from day-to-day wish to stay the same

But you ain’t really out here growing unless you making change

You selling out you out here hoein’ I just play my lane

And bitches out here smoking Jane and it’s a blazing chain

[Hook x2:]

Still smoking on that, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Promised God I’d never work at a 9 to 5

I swear I’ll find a better worth for why I am I alive

It’s about time that I’m seeing my stars align

Ain’t no love for the other side

And fuck them other niggas cause you know I’m down for mine

I know I lose a couple of them slacking down the line

The Inglewood is crazy hope I make it out in time

Just trust your dreams I never doubted mine

I run and pace, you run in place, your shit is basic

I hunt for the front of the line we all be switching places

I’m running hot like a box you opted from ventilation

Straight to the top cause you ain’t stopping all this insulation

[?] me gaining hoping all the time they fed me hatred

Now I’m back to fuck the world feel the penetration

I’m so sorry for the wait I also grew impatient

I’m loving life, we blooming in with new relations

I’m here facing all this marijua (marijua)

Oh yeah I’m gonna keep on shining light a mine

Replacing all the lows smoking higher times

Flying out my mind penning all this time in rhymes

[Hook x2:]

Still smoking on that, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Promised God I’d never work at a 9 to 5

I swear I’ll find a better worth for why I am I alive

It’s about time that I’m seeing my stars align

Yeah, yeah, What you see is what you get right

This exactly how it look right

This exactly what it look like

What you see is what you get right

I’m blowing on this shit right

I’m knowing that this it right

Domo Genesis Prophecy

[Verse 1:]

It’s heavy as Heaven I’m working like 7-11

And my thoughts getting hectic, in need of a blunt and excedrin

Niggas gon’ hate but it’s only nature so fuck it I let ’em

Shit, I’m just focused on the goal cause’ I know where I’m headed

If I could help it, I’mma die a legend

Live a wild life, die hard, and let my children tell it

Shit, I’m closer to my dreams, bruh, I can even smell it

So close sometimes I even notice that my friends are jealous

Whoever knew it’d be this hard, breaking in on this rap shit

Left college to try to feed momma so I can’t quit

In the midst of these niggas just flakin’ like they dandruff

I’m a real nigga, break again and check my stance bitch

Pinky ring blingin’, I got the juice now

Ball in my court so sport’s playin’ the truth now

Let a nigga loose, now you fools sayin’ he too wild

I’m a new child who turn booths into Nuketown

This is prophecy nigga

[Verse 2:]

You determine what your future holds

So get up off that bullshit you niggas on, make a husle, get this dough

I knew ten years ago this nigga’s flow was meant to blow

Now I’m in my zone and you niggas slow, I’m shiftin’ go

I’m never lookin’ back, in fact I’m driftin’ on a different road

Still stickin’ to the script, you niggas will never get my soul

I don’t make records for radio play, nigga no

But still the inspiration for niggas who ever lived it bro

You can make it nigga, just get your mind right

And get your grind tight and attack whenever the time’s right

Even non-patients still blinded by the limelight

Waitin’ for the moments I been hopin’ like my whole life

I’m ridin’ nigga, ’til the world ends

With a gang of kush and my favorite girlfriend

Days are seemin’ like I’m caught up in a whirlwind

I’m puttin’ work in and I ain’t even catch my first win

[Outro:]

Be not afraid of greatness

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness

And others have greatness thrown upon them

William Shakespeare

Domo Genesis Benediction

Coming for glamour and glitz, my plan to get rich

And turn the table, I’mma get the upper-hand on this shit

Fuck if it’s quick, we eventually get to the shit

Don’t need a co-sign, I’m knowing that my shit is legit

Shit getting ripped, yeah this as sick as it gets

I picture this shit, now it’s looking as sick as my clip

Full moon warriors kicking down the fuckin doors

Crazy world, so we stuck on the grass, like herbivores

And if we moving, know that there’s cash involved

I guess this what Nas meant when he said “The World is Yours”

Get out the way children, go do your chores

I’m a dog tryna get the bullshit up off my paws

My crew’s small but the minds all strong

So even if one fall, we don’t really take a loss

Maneuver like a boss, I pay the cost when I get the bread

Guillotine flow, keep getting sharper, I’mma stay ahead

Sleeping on me? Eventually you gotta make the bed

Cause all my shit hot like somebody tryna escape the Feds

Wild child, killing my wild style

Ambush, pow-pow, put my medal style

Gold chain and OJ’s is what we about now

And when it comes to smoking, I’m your highness, so bow down

Coming at you raw live and rugged

Bitch niggas hate it, real niggas gon love it

Under the Influence but stay over the oven

Mixing drug music for your fucking crackhead cousin

I was that nigga back when you niggas said I wasn’t

And now I make gold: every single thing I’m touching

Disgusting, allergic to the lame shit

Location and numbers change but, I be up on the same shit

Shout out to errybody who gave me all the patient

Odd Future fucking Wolf Gang, I bank shit

On and on, and on, and on, we still under the influence

Domo Genesis Burn Outro

Man, it has been a while, hasn’t it? Y’all reached the end of Under The Influence 2. And it’s just a hard feeling leaving y’all, you know what I’m saying? Y’all been here to support me, listened to what I had to say, and it’s all just coming to an end now, you know what I’m saying? But if you ever feel like life is getting the best of you. You down in a dump so you need a twist to turn around. You sobering up. Let’s roll up. Start this from number 1. You know what I’m saying? That’s what I’m here for, that’s what I do for my peeps. I’m the people’s champ. Domo Genesis. And this was Under The Influence 2. I just wanna give a shout out to my mom. My nana and papa. Cause you know they held your boy down. The Clancy’s, you know what I’m saying? Everybody in the group. All my niggas from Inglewood

Forever mine, ooh, you’re one of a kind, ooh

Oh baby, I got what you want, you got what I need

Oh, we were made, made for each other

I’m about to get out of here, peace

Forever mine, all because you’re my kind

Oh baby, I got what you want, you got what I want

We were made for each other

Oh baby, you are that someone I been hoping, I been looking

Domo Genesis Cap n’ Crunch

I got sixteen, sixteens and if I’m right, one more song and I’ll be at seventeen again like Zac Efron (Damn)

You punk motherfuckers get stepped on and I’m best on any beat that I take a mess on

I see right through you like you got mesh on a hard body, beyond the dead I get my flex on

The best one, my name gets spoken ’bout cuz I spit crack verses that bring smokers out

So know your route filled with unleaded as I escort this beef to death like the paramedics

Yeah I said it, everything thing I touch is deaded Tyler directed the funeral and this just got beheaded

Forget it, the killer’s in the booth and I’m drunk off this serum so all I spit is truth

And I don’t really rap I am panic on this muse, how you get killed using verbally abuse

It’s dead, somebody call the coroner this is what it sounds like when Domo Genis cornered you (Ha)

You’re gone, knife to the neck just for respect, bitch this is OF

Yes I’m crazy, I’m a bastard, all I spit is dirty like pornographic rappers

Stop, you’re dead honey, cuz I eat you all up like I was Ted Bundy

No funny, where the fuck you bunchin? I’m a serial (cereal) killer come get your Cap n’ Crunch (Bitch)

Domo Genesis Deez Nuts

Yeah, put your motherfucking…

And smoke some motherfucking…

And get high as a bitch

Sometimes my friends be like my feelings, they come and go

Somebody spare some fucks for me to give cause I’m running low

Somebody put some fire to that bitch, yeah I wanna smoke

I’m tryna hit a lick, hit this ro, and then get a quote

You know what we coming for

Long money in short days

I break shit, they gon’ pay me

Won’t chill in their space, they can’t cage me

I’m back to the point like playing safety

If you in the way, you just playing with safety

Ayy you should play your shit safer dog

Calculate your steps and really get what you saying off

I’m talking about some six figure plays and you ain’t involved

I’m talking bout standin’ in that deep water caught under the pressure you can’t

The bubble guppy what the truth is

And you ain’t budging when we running through them streets through kid

Misopportunist quit acting stupid

At the cup missing the game

Winning like Patrick Ewing, you blew it

I’m running through my path blasting through it

Fuck all the babble, let’s get back to music

No other answer cause I have to do it

So when I creep up with my niggas five deep [?]

With the gas still running slow

You know what we coming for…

Money, cars, and clothes

Fine things I suppose

[?]

It’s all that I know

Some niggas [?]

Some niggas [?] go hard [?]

My niggas keep on saying they ain’t heard from me

Cause I’m busy getting skrilla, I deserve to be

Man my pockets was in a state of emergency

Watch me work in [?] I show urgency

So prolific exposing you bitches

We the game sewed in stitches

You ain’t equipped and can’t be coexisting

I’m making shit rattle like a broken engine

And watch them dollars multiply amongst my long division

Shit if I could have a dollar for every nigga who dirted my name

I’d probably quit rap and move somewhere deserted today

I prolly go on vacation for a permanent stay

But this work you finna get is all that’s certain today

I get respect in abundance and my cash in advance

Keep that pattern in the rhythm, I done mastered this dance

So when we run down, spilling hella gas on your plans

Flicking lighters to the flame, glow

You know what we came for, bitch

(Bitch, bitch)