T.I.

[fox69]

"Da Dopeman"

"Da Dopeman"


Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's 2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me on one condition
What's that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
My gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap

[Chorus]
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dopeman the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga the dope the dope dope the dopeman nigga
I'm the dopeman nigga the dopeman nigga (From a ki' to a G, it's all about money)

Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains
But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain
Names change but the situation still the same
The bills need payin' nigga simple and plain
Take a young'n who's aspirin' to get him some change
Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game
Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten
Sold 'em all, double down, did it again
By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce
You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce
Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house
Cop the outfit and the Jordans on the day they came out
Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out
Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now
Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass
A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially

[Chorus]

(I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?)

Now once you flipped a couple o's know the game get gravy
Take twelve fifty go git ya two and a baby
Yeah sixty three grams if you whip that right
you should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice
Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight
Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred
Get four and a half it come back in nine don't it
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on ya team to show these suckers they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you bring back your money on time
And if you snort blow, do it on your own time
At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time
They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line

[Chorus]

(Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part)

Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin'
You caught sellin' cake down in Macon with your cousin
Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool
He know you'll never tell what you and him do
A mob of a hundred just a few of them true
You heard a worker snictchin' on you and it's true
Everybody know you sell that shit
The feds come and get ya, shit we heard you
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
I'll show you how to be a

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Dead And Gone"
(feat. Justin Timberlake)

"Dead And Gone"
(feat. Justin Timberlake)



[Spoken - T.I.]
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you feel the same way
Big Phil
This for you pimpin'

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.)):]
Oh (eyyy)
I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And oh (eyyy)
I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long)
Just tryna find my way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, dead and gone

[Verse 1 - T.I.]
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em
Figure you'll get jumped, hell that's nothing
They don't wanna stop there now they bussin'
Now you gushin', ambulance rushin'
You to the hospital with a bad concussion
Plus ya hit 4 times
Plus it hit ya spine
Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound
Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive
Just think it all started you fussin' with 3 guys
Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way
You could fuck around, get shot, die any day
Niggas die everyday
All over bull shit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit
Could this be 'cos of hip hop music?
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don't know what to do when their back against the wall so they just start shootin'
For red or for blue or for blo I guess
From Bankhead or from your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I'm blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragedy
Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it
Most of that shit didn't even have to happen
But you don't think about it when you out there trappin'
In apartments, hangin', smokin', and rappin'
Niggas start shit, next thing ya know we cappin'
Get locked up then didn't even get mad
Now think about damn what a life I had
Most of that shit, look back, just laugh
Some shit still look back get sad
Maybe my homeboy still be around
Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time
I won that fight
I lost that war
I can still see my nigga walkin' out that door
Who'da thought I'd never see Philant no more?
Got enough dead homies I don't want no more
Cost a nigga his job
Cost me more
I'd took that ass-whooping now for sure
Now think before I risk my life
Take them chances to get my stripe
A nigga put his hands on me alright
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night
'Cos I hit you, you sue me,
I shoot you, get locked up, who me?
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I'm blessed to say
The old me dead and gone away

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]

[Hook - Justin Timberlake]
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the North
Swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me is dead and gone
But that new me will be alright

I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my head to the North
Swallow that pill that they call pride
That old me is dead and gone
But that new me will be alright

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake (T.I.))]

 

[fox69]

"Do It"

"Do It"


[Verse 1]
You looking good in them guess's shawty showing yo ass
Make a nigga wanna grab a hold of yo ass
Strip you out yo couchie dress and hit the flo' wit yo ass
When I leave the club I wanna see some more of yo ass
I ain't tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass
The way you bouncin on my dick and grindin' slow wit yo ass
Hit the v.i.p. wit me I po' some moe' fo yo ass
Just so I can see you out there bouncin yo ass
If I leave the club wit something rather go wit yo ass
Them other broads fine but you a pro wit yo ass
When I see u poppin and droppin I know it's yo ass
In a crowd full of hoes I would notice yo ass

[Bridge: T.I.]
A now a thug done chose
And I don't give a damn if the club done closed
Give the DJ a dub tell him spin one mo
So I can finish watching you poppin yo
shakin yo, droppin yo, bouncin yo ass

[Hook: T.I. & Females]
[T] Now all my guls say
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Yeeeah, bounce ya ass and holla
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Alright, a in the club say
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[T] Okay, so if ya wit it holla
[F] Do it baby stick it baby
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
I see ya every Friday night outside the club in da line wit ya partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's
Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass
The first record the DJ spend I'm behind her ass
I don't care if I got some henn' I'm putting down my glass
Just so I can get out there and grind her ass
Wit yo fine ass, must I remind yo ass?
You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass
In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots
Ya nails all pretty and ya hair due too
I'm fucking wit you, shit just choose and we'll be fucking by two

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

[Verse 3]
I made this song to let you know shit that I see ya when you workin dat ass
Make a nigga think later on he gone be twerkin' that ass
And I can tell by the way you throw it back it ain't no hurting dat ass
And ain't no room for nothing else in that skirt but that ass
The jiggling shawty, got a nigga shivering shawty
And if you don't know what to do wit you better give it here shawty
Put a bend in her back, I'm throwing the dick she giving it back
I tell her if you ever give me dat ass I ain't giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut sumethin' on the couch wit her ass
Then bounce to her pad, coz you know it ain't no housing her ass
Coz since the first time I seen her, all I been thinking bout is her ass

[Bridge: 1x]

[Hook: 1x]

Do it baby stick it baby [8x then end]

 

[fox69]

"Doin' My Job"

"Doin' My Job"


[T.I. - talking]
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just sayin though

[Verse 1]
Ay look
From when the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes like they never house trained us
But, try to understand thats how we came up
You get to know us, you'll love us but you can't change us (naw)
Really we rather be rich and famous
But in the mean time were forced to slang dust
'Dro or crack cocaine, Penicillin to Rogaine
Ecstacy, Viagra, whatever'll get the dough mayne
Im tired of people mis-representing my dough mayne
Oh you think we out here killing for nothing, hustling
for no gain (picture that)

[Hook (sample playing in the background)]
Hey man I'm just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't wanna make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work here I'm doing my job

[Verse 2]
I don't know if you don't know, don't care or can't see
Every time something up in the hood, it ain't me
And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease
And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing)
We ain't out here threatining your lives, raping your children
We just out here staying alive, making a million (you know)
Working hard, trying to survive chasing a mill-ion
You hear us talking loud, just think of this is chamelion
React to the situations, but accusations is still
We vulgarizing you how...hey man you just hurting my feelings (maaan).
We got lives, we wanna live nice too
We got moms, dads, wives, kids just like you
But our options are few it hell in high school
When your helping with the rent lights and the gas bill too
So before you go judging us loving us won't hurt
Yeah under 25, staying alive is hard work

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And for you to see what I'm saying, open eyes will help
If you could think about somebody besides yourself
Why you pointing fingers at me, analyze yourself
Quit all that chastising and try to provide some help
Instead of calling the law, you busting my balls
With all due respect, we don't even need to be fucking with y'all (maan)
And we can't help it cause it is like this
We don't like it no more than you that we live like this
Always stuck in the grind summertime to wintertime
Cutting school to sell fifty dimes by dinner time
See everything we know we learned from the streets
Since thirteen I've been hustling and earning my keep

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Don't You Wanna Be High"

"Don't You Wanna Be High"


[CHORUS:]
Hey don't ya wanna be high? Hey listen baby come fly wit me, take a ride, get high wit
me. I know you wanna be high. You never wanna say bye to me, if you ever come fly wit me. Hey
dont ya wanna be high? Hey, listen baby, come fly wit me, take ride, get high wit me. I know
you wanna be high. Promise you'll never say bye to me, if you ever get high wit me.

[VERSE I:]
The bucket's on tilt, truck is on stilts i did another deal today, at least a couple
mil'. Naw i'm askin you to chill, wanna pat that down I'm tryin to pick you up and never put
your ass back down. get rid of all your worries, why you draggin that around? Here pop one of
these and now pass that around. Fire it up, take a shot, now your ass in the clouds. Can i bend
ya over, throw your ass back down? No need sayin no. we way pass that now. I aint them other
niggas, just control the flashback now. Make three wishes, you can have that now. Fuck the
finacin', payin cash right now. miracle man, make your dreams come true. Take a ride, get high,
bout time you come too.Bet ya life done changed, ya likin my last name Done had a couple
babies, wit a Bentley and a Range. Crib on the water, eatin meals on the plane And ya ilfe in
the sky like you lived on a plane. So much good shit to fill ya brain, If the band seem
strange, i'm jus sayin'

[CHORUS]

[VERSE II:]
You see me chillin' out, kickin back in the ride, Wit fly broad on the passenger
side. Got a nice smile and immaculate eyes. fore' she get inside, she dont have to decide.
Cause she can have it like she want it, we can do it like that. And i went and threw it to her
and she threw it right back. She say nobody gave it to her like that, Hit it from the back, I
figure you would like that. Her head and tight pussy good like that And damn she aint even from
the hood like that So she probably never kicked it wit a cool nigga Other niggas had her, didnt
know what to do wit her. Intimidated by her face and her cute figure. Cause her waist real
small and her ass way bigger Don't she know that if i want her, I aint finna play wit her. All
i gotta do is spend a A wit her

[CHORUS]

[VERSE III:]
Hey what it is, pretty girl, would you like to come and kick it wit a nigga for a
night or two And you can take your clothes off if you like to. And it dont matter 'bout the
cost if i like you i just do it shawty, I aint gotta try t. Bust a move, bet ya I can set a
fire in you. me chase round behind you? Why boo? i'm like you, you know you fly, but i'm fly
too. you know how to do it, alwayz ride good. Match the paint wit the wheels, the trunk and the
hood. You dealin' wit a real nigga, get it understood. I'm still in the hood, even when in
Hollywoof. Wit my beat down low and my top let back You lookin' for a G. well you got just that
Well i can be a King and you can be my princess Baby all you gotta do is say yes.

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Dope"
(feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

"Dope"
(feat. Marsha Ambrosius)



[Verse 1 - TIP:]
Anonymous bending corners
With burners on us
C
Berkin duffle a hundred thousand in it
Aye nigga rollow up
Anyway Dusse with lemonade
Feeling good
Like I am dealing ye
Moving ten a day

Could do this shit forever
Can't even put it in words
How I am in love with her
From slinging
Hustling drugs with her
The jet mine 50 million
A wonderful feeling
Shit, I'm high as a motherfucker
I'm high as a motherfucker
Don't ask me shit, make me lie to you motherfucker
Man truth is for real, feel like Dream for real
Mixed with Eric B. and Rakim, shawty hell on the scale
And still the game enticing me like every time I see her
They like to pop a seal, high enough to see Aaliyah
For real, and man, I know how artist's chill
You don't know how good it make a nigga feel

[Chorus - Marsha Ambrosius:]
I'm coming down
High as a motherfucker
High as a motherfucker
Boy you get me
High as a motherfucker
High as a motherfucker

[Verse 2 - TIP:]
This winter shit got me high as a bitch
Dripping sauce kicking flavor
Super fly with the shit

I promised Dre
I would put the game on lock
Ain't no taking that shit back
Put it on everything I got
Got damn
Aventador, hopping out the Lamb

Mam tell your son he better watch it
Cause we roll
And disrespect is not an option
In my neighborhood
So watch how you talking to me
Even if we know you hating
Then that is all it can be

Find you ass OD'd
Dead ass can be

[Chorus - Marsha Ambrosius:]
I'm coming down
High as a motherfucker
High as a motherfucker
Boy you get me
High as a motherfucker
High as a motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Dope Boi Fresh"
(feat. Attic Crew)

"Dope Boi Fresh"
(feat. Attic Crew)


[verse 1]
Yea! A-town nigga
a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess
or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less
I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride
the window up when its hot or when its cold outside
the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall
with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt
the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet
with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete
I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly
bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me
these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks
dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up
cause I'm

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
dope Boi fresh, dope Boi dope Boi dope Boi [4x]
ooo hes so fresh

[verse 2]
BANKHEAD!
guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat
ever slang blow all day at da corner sto'
serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo
nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho
give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old
now five days old wit a big bank roll
hit da club and pull six stank hoes
brang it back to da trap
and move six mo o'z
they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old
wit no haircut so I'm hood rich tho ho
ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those
and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low

[chorus]

[verse 3]
every now and then I ride shotgun
I done always been fresh since day one
wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos
dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos
dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp
catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard
lately I been on a roll
swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes
white baseball kangol now I'm spiffy
hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies
and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it
and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight
and I'm

[chorus (3x)]

[verse 4]
I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor
sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor
always be dead fresh and I just get cause I'm a player
catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur
always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite
da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite
jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white
if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back)
hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack)
just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback)
da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black)
and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights
I stay

[chorus (til end)]

 

[fox69]

"Dope Boyz"

"Dope Boyz"


[T.I. talking]
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well shit what you need shawty
Ay these these bd's right here shawty
Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
You can't get no better than this right here
Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then

[Verse 1]
A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp
For the...

[Hook]
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

[Verse 2]
Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
You can't even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack
Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back
I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
Getting do' fo' sure

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down
37's ki's in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain't got but four mo'
Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
Nothing left for you but to count my do'
Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Getting rich in this bitch

[HooK: 2x]

(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)

Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I'm coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there

 

[fox69]

"Dope Game"

"Dope Game"


What I learned from the dope game

If I learned one thing 'bout the dope game
Put shit pay now, nigga, even if you ridin' with 'em
And when they learn what you got in your couch at the spot
That how lame niggas get shot
If I learned one thing, about the dope game
It's niggas ain't shit and bitches ain't neither
Real nigga never gon' rat
And never gon' leave without a lever
What I learned from the dope game
Don't mix weed, cocaine, they ain't with you for the smoke, man
Get you an elbow of head bands, take it to the head, man
Fuck what all them sucker niggas said
What I learned from the dope game
Trust no nigga no time, even when a homeboy co-sign
So he say he got a coke line, don't be talkin' like that on your line
That how you get more time
What I learned from the dope game
With big risk, low reward though, the more you get away, the more, you can afford more
Dress up like you goin' to award shows
But if you live by the sword, dyin' by it, better know it
What I learned 'bout the dope game
Is how to take a lil of that and turn it into somethin'
You could bestow another woman
Start hustling the spring, by the summer, you'd be stuntin'
Sheesh, get your baby and your baby mama on some money, shit die Louis, twelve hunnid
What I learned from the dope game
If you trappin', make it happen
And word never overrule action

What I learned from the dope game is what I know
What I learn what I know
What I learned from the dope game that what I know
That what I learn what I know

What I learned from the dope game
We recognise, never talk about it
Like how to make a million out of crack house
No, and you ain't need to know that
'Cause you probably been in jail, you don't wanna go back
And jail givin' years like the number on the throwback
But you already know that
What I learned 'bout the dope game
Shit, quite sober
You don't never trap without an umbrella
And don't believe the judge can try and tell you what you give him
If he ain't got no money then all he said is, "I'm finna"
What I learned 'bout the dope game
Take shit from no nigga
And never go to sleep around a stripper
When niggas come to get you, the bullet miss you, it whistle
Nigga, go get nigga the issue
What I learned 'bout the dope game
Hard work ain't God work
When you feed your family off of hard work
Try to go to church, keep God first
Stray bullet put you in a hearse
What I learned 'bout the dope game
A nigga gon' talk
If it ain't a bank roll, take a walk
And give a damn what a sucker nigga thought
Fuck around, get knocked off
What I learned 'bout the dope game
Broken life, broken home
A generation full of rollin' stones
Even though I'm grown
Wait for the nigga still got it goin' on

What I learned from the dope game is what I know
What I learn what I know
What I learned from the dope game that what I know
That what I learn what I know
What I learned from the dope game

 

[fox69]

"Drug Related"

"Drug Related"


Country had fronted me 20 keys told me to keep 20 G's
And forgot to tell me 25 to eternity.
Now picture me, in a GS3 with all my fold
Versaci Coat, and armani lobe from slangin coke.
This ain't no joke situation nigga I'm ill with it
My occupation clockin 6 figues so deal with it.

My mob be cannon, pealin[?] over teflon protect my belly
From 9 mm cannon while talkin on celly's daily
Niggas frontin like they makin pay
This is real pimpin, key comin straight from the CIA and Bill Clinton.
You kinda thugs ain't got a clue do you?

Hey who the man who supply the man who supplying you with a couple grand?
Interracial freedom for some luxuries This ain't the bet.
Nigga Materialistics can't substitute for your happiness.
Lifes about how you feel about you and what you do
When you waking up in the morning you seeing who?

I think you niggas done bit off more than you can chew
Cause you don't even know why you do half that hot ass shit you do.
Why I'm trappin? Cause it's the only job with fair taxes.
Keep a nigga in tight to death in polos and air maxes
I'm blastin these niggas daily whenever they try to play me
Baby you wanna lay me, but baby you gotta pay me.

Nigga you owe me cheese, that's ground for beef
I'm rollin with the P$C with a pound of cheif.
Hey if this rap shit don't work, I'm stuck slangin drugs,
until I make enough money to go and buy me a club.
I got 36 ounces that I got to move and 20 keys comin to me on the 4th of June.
Soon as the school year ends, I pick up my keys

So crank the V12 to down to females and place em with cheese.
200 G's for the package, but they 10-5 a piece now.
On the streets they goin for 21-5 at least
21-5 times 20 Look that's 4-30
But listen closely cause the dope game get more dirty.

If I cut em into ounces, 28 grams for 800 a piece
Hey 36 of them in a key, more cheese for me.
Now there's 28 g's and 800 cash just for one key, and I got 19 more stashed.
208 g's at 800 times 19 more, come out to 5-4-7
Comma 2-0-0

That's 547 g's and two hundred
47 g's you can ball 200 get blunted
The other 500 g's invest it in keys
So I can triple my cheese and have a million at ease.
That's how it is. This game ain't no life time deal
You better get as much cheese as you can and get the fuck outta here. [x2]