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Dope (destructive oppress people energy) (feat. Phase 3)
by Ksg Viafaith
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I don't trust shit so I stay on the lay low
Keep grinding non stop to keep full plates on the table
Stay focus on the payroll
Niggas break fast get left cracked like shells
Leaving hot syrup across their eggo
Fast money create crash dummies so I move with the pace slow
Tunnel vision can get you killed or a alphabet caseload
Dry seasons cause treasons
Switch ups and secret meetings
Back door with evil greetings
Fuck you if we not eating gunshots leave you leaning
Stretch out slowly leaving turned ghost or comatose permanently dreaming
Ghetto schemes produce nightmares
When starting at the bottom got niggas hating and salivating hungry for top tier
They'll slide when they decide
It's more if the top nigga is not there
Bishop moves leave you moved by the face full of croc tears
Family talking shit not knowing the killers is right there
Watch your words when you speak them niggas do not care
Basements and empty places they can end up finding you right there
Back to square one fucking recurring nightmares
When you born in the hood life chances is not fair
Out of sight out of mind shit I'm leaving that right there
I don't trust shit so I stay on the lay low
Keep grinding non stop and not afraid to let the heat blow
Stay focus on the pesos.
Guns and ammunition by the caseloads
Turning street blocks into little Waco
Leave your ride needing maaco
Police stand guard at your wake
The word late put in front your name
Boxed up or you can disintegrate in the mist of the flames
New packs new blocks nah shit is the same
Only different is niggas continually keep changin the names
Or subdivision from decisions to create a new gang
Remember the days when we were one in the same
until the real enemies evil deeds caused shit to just change
Friends turn foe when the dynamics no longer the same.
Wailing cries darken skies blood flowing like rain
Fearful thoughts cause destruction and claims
Robberies and drug sells to feed
off sthe hunger and pangs
Desensitized minds run blind for the love of the gang
Ride for niggas but some niggas won't do you the same
Power over loyalty will leave you questioning things
Drug dealers and gang members they kind of the same
Different structures but both get lost in the game
Jealousy and envy create actions that usher in pain
Create traitors and niggas looking to make them a name
Rest in peace to both sides of the fallen or slain
I don't trust shit so I stay on the lay low
Keep grinding non stop to keep full plates on the table
Stay focus on the payroll
Niggas break fast get left cracked like shells
Leaving hot syrup across their eggo
Fast money create crash dummies so I move with the pace slow
Tunnel vision can get you killed or a alphabet caseload
Dry seasons cause treasons
Switch ups and secret meetings
Back door with evil greetings
Fuck you if we not eating gunshots leave you leaning
Stretch out slowly leaving turned ghost or comatose permanently dreaming
Ghetto schemes produce nightmares
When starting at the bottom got niggas hating and salivating hungry for top tier
They'll slide when they decide
It's more if the top nigga is not there
Bishop moves leave you moved by the face full of croc tears
Family talking shit not knowing the killers is right there
Watch your words when you speak them niggas do not care
Basements and empty places they can end up finding you right there
Back to square one fucking recurring nightmares
When you born in the hood life chances is not fair
Out of sight out of mind shit I'm leaving that right there
I don't trust shit so I stay on the lay low
Keep grinding non stop and not afraid to let the heat blow
Stay focus on the pesos.
Guns and ammunition by the caseloads
Turning street blocks into little Waco
Leave your ride needing maaco
Police stand guard at your wake
The word late put in front your name
Boxed up or you can disintegrate in the mist of the flames
New packs new blocks nah shit is the same
Only different is niggas continually keep changin the names
Or subdivision from decisions to create a new gang
Remember the days when we were one in the same
until the real enemies evil deeds caused shit to just change
Friends turn foe when the dynamics no longer the same.
Wailing cries darken skies blood flowing like rain
Fearful thoughts cause destruction and claims
Robberies and drug sells to feed
off sthe hunger and pangs
Desensitized minds run blind for the love of the gang
Ride for niggas but some niggas won't do you the same
Power over loyalty will leave you questioning things
Drug dealers and gang members they kind of the same
Different structures but both get lost in the game
Jealousy and envy create actions that usher in pain
Create traitors and niggas looking to make them a name
Rest in peace to both sides of the fallen or slain
