Dope (feat. Pyne)

You mother fuckers really ain’t about shit Gone when the drought hit Take em all in concentration send em all to Aushchwitz Talking bout my outfit Walking with a prophet Bouncing of the wall we running stuck up in a mosh pit Pilot and a cock pit Flying with my block lit Gucci Louis who be saying I won’t ever cop shit Found the key and locked it Picked it up and dropped it I’m coming for you pussies and can’t anybody stop it A deadly start marked hard with carcinogens Coming outta Michigan come and see what im envisioning Hall of fame books is what im trying to be written in Writing strange hooks is what keeps the people listening Chasing dreams on my Tootie Timmy turner shit Find a beat and murder it Maybe y’all have heard of it Guess the word is out I thought I hid it I was sure of it Blessed you heard it now I gotta make my trigger further it Started out with disses turn around and made some progress Bambi with a nutty hope you trusting in the process Started growing up and told my state of mind to stop it Still I’m fresh to death yeah I’m the one you wanna rock with Cop it Yeah Everybody wanna cop it Everything I’ve made yeah I just know you wanna cop it Not it No Sorry chief it’s just not it Man I heard it all so I agree and started nodding And honestly I am probably a prodigy And possibly an extra terrestrial anomaly The prophecy says that I’m the second coming of Socrates Impossibly like saying I won’t with out apostrophe Democracy evolving Taxi is the new commodity The policy resolving I’m becoming just an oddity I’m constantly revolving taking terminal velocity Hypothesis involving money making till you stopping me Getting really rich yeah the call me the philosopher I’m blowing up this bitch like the speaker to your monitor I’m getting super popular I’m cleaning up this beat like the janitor I’m coming for you amateurs I’m loading up the USP With a silencer attached So many bitches in my basement better keep the trap door latched Gonna need some back up better call the dispatch up Gonna need to get your fucking racks up I’m a murderer In the night Better keep that gun to your hand gripped tight Cause I’m coming For your fucking life When I see you it’s on sight Im a disease Under the trees I got your bitch Weak in the knees Anybody who challenges me I’ll have em down for the count of three I’m the king so bow down to me Follow me And you’ll see How mean I can really be (How mean I can really be)