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DOM KENNEDY
DOM KENNEDY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quentin Miller
Quentin Miller
Songwriter
Dominic Hunn
Dominic Hunn
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Check check check check check)
(Yo)
(Next level shit)
(Hollywood cold)
(QM)
(Cole, you stupid)
[Verse 2]
None greater
F U to my haters
The way we came up
Nobody did us favors
In fact they played us
Luckily I make a longshot look like a lay up
BMF like Rick Ross say
Blowin' money fast, tryna get it back
I done lost a couple bags, I'll never get 'em back
Least I ain't sit up on my ass, waitin' for a break
Got out there and shot my shot like Golden State be doing
You cannot break the movement
Can't unwake the woke
Out here tellin' truths while you out here tellin' jokes
Blowin' smoke, up in smoke, Snoop and Dre
Lies in your quotes, lyin' to your folks
Man I hope in the end you get that shit together
Find peace with the man in the mirror
Meanwhile, I'm speedin' down Ventura like Ace Ventura
Goin' apeshit, they gon' hate this when they hear it, I know
[Verse 3]
They gon' hate this shit when they hear it, I know
These rap **** do not go hard as I go
Kill 'em with success, that's the shit that I'm on
Fuck 'em get a check, that's the shit that I'm on
[Verse 4]
Dana's baby boy back focused
I walk in and the pretty girls take notice
Notice, the way we came up is a Picasso painting
A little abstract, I'd rather be rich than famous
That's simple math, I got stainglass, Italian gym bags
Put some respect on my name, I'm in the G class
No really, I got the windows tinted
Sway silly, no feelings
It's all business
D. Daddy say real players stay in attendance
I'm in attendance sipping vintage
Diamond pendant, my bars is endless
It's offensive, while y'all rappin' subliminals
I'm at the table with my son, eatin' cereal
Y'all not killers, the block fillers
We much realer, police filmed us
Displayed my whole life on Pro Tools
We took G4 for his birthday out to Nobu
A bunch of sweatpants and fitted hats
Kanye on TMZ, these are big facts
God always gave me enough to succeed
If I ever came up short, you can blame that on me
You wouldn't help me if my car was on E
I'm forever OPM, so I won't die on my knees
[Verse 5]
They gon' hate this shit when they hear it, I know
But, you rap **** never go hard as I go
Kill 'em with finesse, that's that shit that I'm on
Fuck 'em get a check, that's that shit that I'm on
[Verse 6]
Quentin Miller, man
The Murk Park in the house
I had one job my whole life before this rap shit
So I wanna thank you **** for making me stronger, though
But you never had us fooled, we know who you are
Written by: Dominic Hunn, Quentin Miller
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