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 Hook 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 Verse 1 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 Hook I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh Verse 2 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 suckas 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 Hook Stay with me now shawty, here comes the fun part Verse 3 Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin' You caught a sale case 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 Hook between da dopeman, niggas: The feds is the: George Bush just a: Say goodbye to the: Hey shorty, real talk: I'mma tell it like it is, ya dig Them other cats give you half of it cause they don' known no better I'mma give you the whole story though. This shit a dead end street, partner. Take it from a nigga who been there. It ain't but a few of us who make it up out this shit, man, and live to tell about it, you know what I'm sayin', from the free world. But shit. The choice is yours, though, homie. Just don't say I ain' tell you. Once they get yo ass behind them walls talkin bout how many folk they got tellin on ya, your ass'll believe somethin' then. If you out ta make a million dollars in the game I betcha you get a hundred years