Domo Genesis - Shaq Carried Kobe lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] If you don’t want me then don’t speak like fantasia [?] need a Jamaican coloured bapesters Me and all my dogs flirting with that euthanasia Some n***as caught the wave and some n***as caught cases But you know we game Hardly ever in control even though you playin’ Couple options got on hold but just know I’m weighing And you ain’t livin’ out your songs, you’re just know [?] Feed my marijuana jones and then I’m in my zone again They ain’t tryna see me back on my old sh** Durag 2x [?] over that phone clip That 24 gram watch me bust down the zone sh** Run the play back to back on some watching the throne sh** Don’t let me catch you ‘less you know me n***as are down, you bad and turn they back and be you’re homie I ain’t got a blunt of weed or even matches for a phoney Make me laugh like Shaquille Shaq carried Kobe Y’all just some funny n***as [Verse 2: Phonte] Yeah You n***as is hilarious Modern day embarra**ments My blackness is synonymous With Odells, Marcels, Mabels and Clarences Black a** names filled with black a** arrogance The good doctor Tigallo, called me a emeritus, called me a reverend With the essence of Leo in the revenant But called me a brethren Or you could just call me “that n***a” What could be more American? This ain’t no sh** for the ascots This is for the galaxies and planets of Asgard Black mirror effect, at my own neck with a gla** shard I’m ready to set it, I’m Kim Jung in a rap squad Looking at the switch like: mask on, f** it, mask off Either learn the game or you will end up a mascot When Te’s in the building just prepare for the onslaught It’s gonna be a good night Tell you n***as, bon soir Tigallo [Outro] Get in line motherf**er Ready to die motherf**er It’s yours truly, ha, Mr.HowThef**IsYouGonnaTellMe Plus I came with 99 motherf**ers Like it’s 1999 motherf**er Get high motherf**er Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Uh, Put lotion on them [?] a** socks Before you step out your crib n***as ain’t never put no lotion on they socks You don’t know ’bout the struggle then Put some lotion on some [?] socks them sh**s come right back to life Y’all n***as don’t know the struggle man Bring your little a** in the house man See the streetlights is on, it’s cold as hell out here f** is wrong with you? [?]