Dope! (feat. Loren W. Oden)

Lyrics

Hello
 Hey Lincoln
 Hey Porsche what's up
 Hey baby what's up
 Nah nothing much, what's up with you?
 Nah nothing, got this broke ass nigga outside
 Oh y'all about to go out? Hang?
 I ain't going out for long
 Probably cause he don't be blowing no good
 Naw baby he ain't like you, he don't be blowing no good
 Haha well shit I got hotpockets in the oven, what you need?
 I wanna see you later
 Well my son do got a basketball game later on, but that lil nigga ain't even starting so
 You so crazy
 Yeah I'm... I can save that gas, I'll be through there
 I been waiting in this bitch driveway for an hour my nigga, hell no
 There's only one way I can fix this problem my nigga, that's sell dope
 I ain't come in this bitch to politic or rub elbows
 Even my own bitch know I'm mentally unavailable, I'm busy, I sell dope
 I'm focused, I'm focused, I'm focused on three things
 That's go and buy three chains, that's fuck your bitch at my earliest convenience and sell dope
 When I'm with her she creeping on you, when I hit it I hit it with my phone on speaker phone
 While she's moaning I'm still tryna, tryna sell dope
 My teacher asked me what I wanna do when I grow up, I told her "Bitch, sell dope"
 She told me go to the principle's office, I went to go sell dope
 I don't care about y'all, what y'all wear, where y'all been
 All I know is I'm fresh as fuck from head to toe
 If you don't like it you can get the fuck out my car go over there somewhere and ride Pierre Cardin somewhere over there [?] (you rude)
 And when you see that bum make sure you tell him I said that I sell dope
 For all the times I was dead broke
 Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'mma try, I'mma still try to sell dope, sell dope
 There's no other life out here I know
 So I guess I should...
 Sell dope
 This is the only life for me
 So I...
 Sell dope
 The nights are long and cold
 Long and cold
 But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
 Pure gold
 In my hands I hold your hope
 Nigga cause I...
 Sell dope
 This bitch told me I can't get them digits my nigga, my nigga, aw hell no
 It's only one way I'mma fix this my nigga, that's sell dope
 A fan asked me for a picture, I squatted down for a jail pose
 Then I dashed before the flash could finish, I forgot I had to go sell dope
 What news you got, if it ain't about selling dope, I can't take it
 The doctor gave me five months to live, I told her "Nigga, I can't make it"
 Tell whoever set my expiring date I had a prior engagement to sell dope
 That's why I'm in every discussion, I could sell a whale a bucket
 Of well water, I could sell Harriot Tubman a mothafuckin' railroad
 I'm the flower with the thorn rising out the concrete, y'all just born on Melrose
 I stay strapped, I stay strapped like velcro
 When I meet new people I introduce myself as "I sell dope"
 I just had a job interview, they asked if I ever been to jail before
 I said "Yes" then I got up and left, like fuck this shit I'mma sell dope
 Cause right now I'm dead broke
 Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'mma try, I'mma still try to sell dope, I'mma try to sell dope
 There's no other life out here I know
 So I should...
 Sell dope
 This is the only life I know
 The nights are long and cold
 Long and cold
 But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
 Pure gold
 In my hands I hold your hope
 Nigga cause I...
 Sell dope
 America, America, God shed His grace on thee
 America, America, when will we all be free?
 (I say it every day of my life God bless America)
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:03
Key
2
Tempo
131 BPM

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