Plz Don’t Make Me Do It Flatbush Zombies (Ft. Domo Genesis)

[Produced by The Architect]

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Now I still don't pop molly, but I smoke around a pound of weed
Around an hour time we'll burn the sour like calories
That money shit enpowers me, cowards, while ya'll cowardly doubted me
Swear if uncle could see me now, he'd be proud of me
But I pour some out for my dead homies
Smoking out in Flatbush, Zombies my dead homies
Rommi my bread homie
I've seen some niggas die before they crime
And if I go I'd be proud to say I put some reason in my rhymes
Believe that I'm in time my season come online
Spring, winter, fall bring any raw, see that involves snakes out the grass
Priest of the law, preach and resolve
But you niggas too hard headed, that "I want it all" fetish
Devil is still aline, I ain't going where y'all headed
I don't get what I want, I know my niggas is war ready
A couple 100 degrees, still seeming the heat is rising
Withdrawal from the fiends, they say "you can't deprive me"
This just my essence, no second guessing, please read the science
Fuck the world, smoke weed, cheat, be defiant

[Hook: Domo Genesis]
Curse all of you bitch niggas
'Cause I might hurt one of you bitch niggas
Please don't make me do it
I think I'm on my old shit
They wanna see me on my old shit
Believe I'm on my old shit