[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Dawg Shit Records
Real Rx
Yeah
[Verse]
Is there a heaven for a dopeboy? Shit, I could never tell ya'
Gave 'em a slab and a half, he can't say I never helped 'em
They was there, I brought cash out the bag, so I blessed 'em
Dropped the deuce in the pot, I gave cuz all the extras
Most my niggas don't rap, so I can't get 'em on a beat
I gave Crodie ten pounds just to get 'em on his feet
Lil' brodie want that dawg, he a mothafuckin' fool
He can't rhyme one lyric, but he can make that fucka move
Late night, early mornin' I'm in that mothafuckin' booth
They gon' tell you bullshit but I'mma give you the raw truth
Ain't no nigga that's gon' tell me I can't do it, then I don't do it
We had seven hundred grams, in two hours, ran through it
I'd rather bet it on myself before I bet on FanDuel
Came in with two big FNs, we could have a damn duel
Soon as he see it in my hand, watch how fast yo' man move
Its nun' but switchies in the van, we done packed a man too
If you gon' do it, nigga, do it, go 'head, bust yo' damn move
Stood on that block for plenty hours, I know how them grams move
I get to talkin 'bout that dawg, it put me in my damn mood
I used to play the corner, late nights and early mornings
I had my pistol on me, I tucked it in my thermals
I got the block jumpin', I'm not a spot runner
I served stragglers, but I got phone licks
Phone do 6K a day, could start my own strip
I was only nineteen, runnin' 'round with thirty thou'
I grew up grimey, they say I'm a dirty child
Ain't nun' much changed
Did you grimey then, do you grimey now
Walked in like Boosie on Wipe Me Down
Walked in the jeweler like, "Ice me down"
I look like a scammer, swipe me down
All designer fits, I'm cashin' out
Fresh out of prison blackin' out
Back out the Glick, get back, get out
I roll a wood to calm my nerves
I used to think rap would never work
Ain't easy, I'm still doin' dirt
Got one foot out and one foot in
I don't know what the fuck I wanna choose
They say I act like I ain't got nothin' to lose
They say I act like I got sum' to prove
Sometimes I don't, sometimes I do
I got the mind of a maniac
I feel like Boosie in '08
They tried to charge me two-hundred grams
They through it out that's a cold case
In my hood my name hold weight
My niggas love me like I'm Marlo
We sold dope like BMS
Two-thousand grams around my neck
I never had a rap check
If they say I did, then that's cap
Like there he go, nigga that's Pap
You play and get yo' ass whacked
I walked in with all my chains, nigga, that's how I'm walkin' out
I'm a real dopeboy, that's all I wanna talk about
Two-hundred thousand cash on me, I might turn your offer down
I'm in a million-dollar meetin' smellin' like a quarter pound
These niggas not really in the streets, that's why they shit sound watered down
Auntie really fuck with me, she know my shit not watered down
Flood on my neck, bitch, you'll think they brought the water out
My money long, I'll have some killers come from cross the border 'bout it
I'm really plugged in, really brung drugs in
Really caught trucked loads, really served Gusto
Did a hit, swapped poles, hit the crib changed clothes
Then crack right out on the block, act like I ain't did nun' wrong
