Lyrics:
for some hours
'Bout 14 I start selling nicks
By 15 I got a felony
By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean
College Park
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
some dope
The bitch that I'm wit is so flexible
From Mexico, man I like this ho
The homey little Tony told me a long time ago
"Hey Dogg sit there
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
shame
Another thug nigga killed in the dope game
Young black men dropping like flies
I seen the tears running down
His baby momma's eyes
An epidemic that
a bag full of racks
The 9s dope crack we the shit
Hold on bitch
We back to hit all licks
Body these beats am with Getts
We grind no pushing no bricks
messing up
Yea you know human thangs
Shawty who u think fooling
Aye I was real dumb yea
To the game till my heart
Replaced with broken memories
Literally
Still dope, vibrant, natural game
No ring, no chain, still bringin' the pain
Still dope, got no choice but to cope
Listen, take notes, I'm showin' you
of saint
Living by the day
Moving birds
Got my dawg
Locked in to Pelican Bay
Uzi by the safe
That's just for niggas
Trying to come take
I'm not the game
tracku moh na něj svalit
Neposílej pusy jako kdybys nás chtěl sbalit
Lucas Dope buzerant
Řekl by ti to i buzerant
Že si fake buzerant
Hudebně si buzerant
Steady gettin paid, pushin powder
Cakin motherfuckers sellin flour
A brother like the Face ain't broke mayne
Hah, I started small time, dope game
the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter
Five percent tint, my windows (windows)
Ten bites from, black widow (woo!)
Mark of my goals like, bingo (bingo)
Dope like the pope, Francisco (rack
out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
TRU g's in the dope game
But always coming through with something funky for
what you mean
You wanna go up and down
And round for round
And pound for pound
I'll put it down
Tell me what's your favorite game
(I wanna play
started thinking about my motherfucking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school
But
new legion of some niggas
Aiming high pass the idea slangin'
Praise Allah for keeping me awake man
I lot of my niggas fell victim to the dope game
Some
huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you
the view of my eagle eye
Got me feeling so dope they had to legalize
First class flying without trying, how I'm getting by
I gotta Testify (Yeah) I'm
Oh yeah
this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
taken out the game
And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool
Verse 1
but I'm flexing in PH
The whole fucking PH
Too many dope lyricists in PH
Bole and fish in PH
Born in Coal City but I'm flexing in PH
Speech by Spaceman
also creatin'
The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me
No trait of originality, none whatsoever
know
Short Dog peep game, come on
I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff
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