HAHA Al-Doms & Pusha T

[Intro]
Ayo, N-I-N-E, turn that up

[Chorus: Al-Doms]
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Look, check my repertoire
It's a plane, it's a God, bitch, it's Doms, see no flaws

[Verse 1: Al-Doms]
The greatest rapper of them all whispers my mirror on the wall
Bitches come rub these crystal balls
And see what future they'll withdraw
This blood sports to win it all
And keep the splits like we Jean Claude
I'm only here to give the world an eyeful, then au revoir
Stretch these rubber bands and see what they expand to
Bitch, all my hunneds made to be blue like birthday candlеs
Make a wish
Feel like Marlo in The Wirе raising prices on the brick
I emphasized my life's legit and put my niggas in posish
It can't fall apart if I patch it up like Slick Rick
Ten gold chains around my neck, look like a slave's privilege
They act shook, we etch 'em, sketch 'em, draw arms and stretch 'em thin
Leave the scene with no more drama, singing Mary's best hits
If I was made to be your karma, you deserve that shit
'Cause I'm an angel to my mama, but to rappers triple-6, uhg