Pass Me The Ashtray

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Dawg Shit Records

Real Rx

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[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