Da Dopeman

[Intro]

Look at this little nigga, man

Ay T.I. is that really you man?

Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?

Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?

Man, it's 2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?

Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man

Man you can come with me on one condition

What's that bruh?

Let me convince you to put that bomb down

I knew it T.I

What?

You wasn't really on that dope boy shit

I tell you what shawty, get in man

I'll show you how to tote that tool

Make that double

Better be cool, you don't want no trouble

Keep it leanin' to the left

My gat stay cocked

I'm always super clean when you see me on the block

Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it

Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it

See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack

You know how it is to be the man in trap

[Hook]

I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga

I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga

I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga

I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki' to a G, it's all about money)

[Verse 1]

Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains

But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain

Names change but the situation still the same

The bills need payin' nigga simple and plain

Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change

Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game

Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten

Sold 'em all, double down, did it again

By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce

You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce

Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house

Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out

Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out

Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now

Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass

A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially

[Hook]

(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)

[Verse 2]

Now once you flipped a couple o's know the game get gravy

Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby

That's sixty three grams if you whip that right

You should get back five or six that night

Stack that money and repeat that twice

Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight

Next time you buy somethin', take twenty-five hundred

Get four and a half, it come back in nine don't it

Now stay low key when the money keep comin'

Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckas they don't want it

By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind

Shit, you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'

As long as you bring back your money on time

And if you snort blow, do it on your own time

At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time

They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line

[Hook]

(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)

[Verse 3]

Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin'

You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin

Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool

He know you'll never tell what you and him do

A mob of a hundred just a few of them true

You heard a worker snitchin' on you and it's true

Everybody know you sell that shit

The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you

Tote that tool, make that double

Better be cool, you don't want no trouble

Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked

I'm always super clean when you see me on the block

Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it

Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it

See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack

You know how it is to be the man in trap

I'll show you how to be a

[Hook] (between "da dopeman, nigga"s:)

The feds is the Dopeman nigga the Dopeman nigga

George Bush just a dope man nigga the Dopeman nigga

Say goodbye to the Dopeman nigga the dopeman

Hey shorty, real talk: I'ma tell it like it is, ya dig? Them other cats give you half of it cause they don' known no better I'ma give you the whole story though. This shit a dead end street, partner. Take it from a nigga who been there. It ain't but a few of us who make it up out this shit, man, and live to tell about it, you know what I'm sayin', from the free world. But shit. The choice is yours, though, homie. Just don't say I ain' tell you. Once they get yo ass behind them walls talkin bout how many folk they got tellin' on ya, your ass'll believe somethin' then. If you out ta make a million dollars in the game I betcha you get a hundred years