Domo Genesis - We Major lyrics

It's clear to see that this is f**ing manslaughter, bodies in the water Beats in the casket, and preachers at your altar Tweetin' from the sky like I'm finna land on ya And b**hes get pumped like Fishburne's daughter 16's'll cost ya, 20 years I'm boss(ta?) You just in the closet, n***a I'm a monsta Full blown sick, you n***as a little nausea Snappin' on sh**, like what's served at Red Lobster Rasta; but no dread-head, I'm too proper I'm breaking down the game for you n***as like Bob Costas Impostors; mighty Wolf Gang, you can't stop us And I'm getting neck from your b**h, like dog collars Ya'll be bullsh**tin' but I dodge it like a boxer Weavin' like a ghetto black b**h gettin' primed up Can't knock me, and besides I'm too high up I ain't seen you n***as in a minute like Von Dutch It kinda feels like I'm living with my eyes shut Walking on a dream, all the real n***as gon' rise up Punks stay away my dro heads are like nine s*uts My old heads tell me go ahead, you doing fine son I know that you f*ggots don't like us But you'd be winnin' if you did it just like us It's a celebration, so I might just- Fly to New York, sour diesel light the night up