Dopeboy (feat. Joey Keyz Truble Clef)

Mama can’t picture her son Smokin and holding a gun Yo baby got dope in his lungs Don’t cry over what I’ve become Uh I wanna be doughboy Hang around with the dope boyz Sit around smokin dope boy Shaking up with the folk boyz You ain’t no killa I see in yo eyes You is surprised I’m here Bet you ain’t crazy as me I gotta home full of love But I find hate in the streets I gotta reason to live But I be dying to kill all my Families dreams I look around at my friends Never could realize that they was Just envying me Uh I wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy We had a pound in the car We ridin with demons I’ma church boy I’m drivin high And I’m speedin I see the sirens behind me Yea I was tweakin I pulled over But luckily they proceeded Thank God Funny how now Life turned into revenge See how hard it get Move from the sticks Country boy Big bad wolf Now I gotta house made of brick God made dirt Man wet dirt Made mud Dry mud turned to a brick God made man outta dirt Guess I’m solid Boy I’m as hard as it get I wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy They don’t want none of this Introspection Agent 47 with the smith and Wesson Heard yo life a movie You can’t see the ending All I see is actors Why you stay pretending Number 2 I treat the pen like Its a pendant Two societies and I am the Menace If truth abides in me Then why is it bending Over back to keep me out the Den 09 civic with the sides dented Swear it dies on me every five Minutes Bit of time spent under the Influence Cause my mindset above the Skies limit Uh Ou Oh now you in TRU BLE Cloud 9 with the sun roof Used to run the town Had em’ trippin’ out Copped the quarter pound Tell em’ come thru I wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy I wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy A wanna be dopeboy I smell like dope My records sell like dope Coming for ya top Like you let your hairline go Uh Verses so heavy Think my scale might broke Burrrt burrt Leave em’ dead Like the headlights on Uh Frank Lucas Dwight Howard In a blender Boy I’m dope As blue magic They tried to cut me out And split me up I found the hole And now you need a new baggie Like they grabba puffin’ Lines punch em drunken Got em’ slumpt’ out Hooks too catchy Joey Keyz only roll with demons On the Truble Clef Is where you could catch me Flow super nasty Young Luca brasi I been fiendin’ to get on this Stage Got these people tweaking Like they wanna fade When they hear me speakin All they bouta say Is that boy DOPE No cap That mean hoods too Outta Hell’s Kitchen No cooked food Need a bad wife In a good mood Like a trap queen Can she handle All of this dope