Domi (feat. Nickzzy)

Ah
MKS LA CASA, mmm
Young Blood, Young Blood, yeah, yeah
He-He-He-Heatmaky got the heat, though
It's about the money, ma', screw it, ma'

She told me she wanted me, but I ain't got time for hoes
I make the most of my time every day, heading to the studio to record these flows
Slowly I see how the people who failed me regret it
Let them keep singing lies, few people watch their show

I'm not Dominican but I'm cool from head to toe
Now breaking stages, used to be in the neighborhood recording in the room
All my people adding up, mom, we ain't going back to poverty
I got Jordans in all colors, just missing the turquoise

And a few saying: Young Blood sings so differently
Heading to the mall to get my fat, more than a thousand and some
I want to buy my mom a house, childhood dream
All my people looking for their money, all selling papers—

Few were the ones who lent a hand
When I started
I hold no grudges, each on their own path
I sleep peacefully, I know who's who

I switch it up if they copy my style
Make it hard for them to imitate me
And I don't even know how much I'm spending
On clothes from the mall and the hotel room

I'm out there with all my people, I swear, nothing goes wrong
I naturally sound strong, to the point I don't even have to try
Some thinking they're the future, hear my stuff and fall behind
We got the streets lit up, you, sorry, but you're out

I'm not Dominican but I'm cool from head to toe
Now breaking stages, used to be in the neighborhood recording in the room
All my people adding up, mom, we ain't going back to poverty
I got Jordans in all colors, just missing the turquoise

We leave the block, looking to hit it big (looking)
And focus is not lacking anymore, bro, I've leveled up the game
And, kid, don't mess with me, hey, I'll ruin your plans (I'll mess them up, bro)
They wonder why I always make them suck it, and

And, fake, I don't listen to you anymore (dummy)
To me, you're all losers
Now I'm with Lucho (Ha)
On the street looking for a lot, ah (looking for it)

It's three o'clock, still not in bed (three o'clock)
I don't know new surroundings, always on the go (Nickzzy)
And I dream, singing in Orlando
And the baby always calling (ah, ah)

And I'm always hanging out
My people having fun
Slowly making money
And, bro, you keep throwing shade

While I keep adding up
Life is one, ah (Just one), and it's lived alone
The haters are already stuck, bro, stuck in line
I'll touch the moon, hey, no doubts (no doubt, bro)
I say what I feel, blessed since birth, yeah

I'm not Dominican but I'm cool from head to toe
Now breaking stages, used to be in the neighborhood recording in the room
All my people adding up, mom, we ain't going back to poverty
I got Jordans in all colors, just missing the turquoise