Dope Boy Diaries
Shorty love me, when we fucking, I can't leave it in
If you play me or betray me, we can't speak again
When I was feeling down, I knew I had to keep a grin
Bought my first pound & now they finna see me win
Life of a dope boy
This the life of a dope boy
These are my dope boy diaries
These are my dope boy diaries
Bad bitch, I use to scale them ounces on her bed
Hit it from the back, LV pendant bouncing off her head
Ogilvy ran outta white Gucci's so I just got em red
I had niggas really try shoot me, I never called a fed
Think Lil baby signed me, I'm 4 pockets full
Stabbed 6 times, to be alive's almost impossible
Picked up a 9 soon as I walked up out the hospital
Back on the grind & I'm just doing what I gotta do
Soft zips, I'm moving em
Coke heads consuming em
& if I ever see the nigga that stabbed me, I'm shootin' him
Weed in zip locks, crack rocks wrapped in aluminum
O Dawg had em pounds, got locked & left me 2 of em
I was 16 wit no dreams of graduating
Made 10 bands with an impressive imagination
Last month I done made 40 just offa buying P's
This another story out my dope boy diaries
Shorty love me, when we fucking, I can't leave it in
If you play me or betray me, we can't speak again
When I was feeling down, I knew I had to keep a grin
Bought my first pound & now they finna see me win
Life of a dope boy
This the life of a dope boy
These are my dope boy diaries
These are my dope boy diaries
Took a break from drinking, put my mind at ease
Now I'm thinking how I turned a band to 90 G's
She wanna lay up wit me, she say that I lie the least
P.O told me keep the peace & I can't even hide this piece
It's too big, I can't hide it in these skinny jeans
Just left the trap, I must've served at least 60 fiends
Go to bed, woke up to head from two bitchy teens
Missed call from my dawg, said I'm what the city needs
They getting tired of the mumbles & melodic shit
Just hit the plug for 50 pounds, I coulda bought a brick
I can't lie, shorty ugly but she kinda thick
& her baby father is an op so she could ride the dick
Took her sons snacks kus I hate her cooking
Might even put him on his ass when she ain't looking
Grungy nigga, fuck around & get your chain tooken
& I ain't never been impaired but I'm cane pushing
Shorty love me, when we fucking, I can't leave it in
If you play me or betray me, we can't speak again
When I was feeling down, I knew I had to keep a grin
Bought my first pound & now they finna see me win
Life of a dope boy
This the life of a dope boy
These are my dope boy diaries
These are my dope boy diaries
If you play me or betray me, we can't speak again
When I was feeling down, I knew I had to keep a grin
Bought my first pound & now they finna see me win
Life of a dope boy
This the life of a dope boy
These are my dope boy diaries
These are my dope boy diaries
Bad bitch, I use to scale them ounces on her bed
Hit it from the back, LV pendant bouncing off her head
Ogilvy ran outta white Gucci's so I just got em red
I had niggas really try shoot me, I never called a fed
Think Lil baby signed me, I'm 4 pockets full
Stabbed 6 times, to be alive's almost impossible
Picked up a 9 soon as I walked up out the hospital
Back on the grind & I'm just doing what I gotta do
Soft zips, I'm moving em
Coke heads consuming em
& if I ever see the nigga that stabbed me, I'm shootin' him
Weed in zip locks, crack rocks wrapped in aluminum
O Dawg had em pounds, got locked & left me 2 of em
I was 16 wit no dreams of graduating
Made 10 bands with an impressive imagination
Last month I done made 40 just offa buying P's
This another story out my dope boy diaries
Shorty love me, when we fucking, I can't leave it in
If you play me or betray me, we can't speak again
When I was feeling down, I knew I had to keep a grin
Bought my first pound & now they finna see me win
Life of a dope boy
This the life of a dope boy
These are my dope boy diaries
These are my dope boy diaries
Took a break from drinking, put my mind at ease
Now I'm thinking how I turned a band to 90 G's
She wanna lay up wit me, she say that I lie the least
P.O told me keep the peace & I can't even hide this piece
It's too big, I can't hide it in these skinny jeans
Just left the trap, I must've served at least 60 fiends
Go to bed, woke up to head from two bitchy teens
Missed call from my dawg, said I'm what the city needs
They getting tired of the mumbles & melodic shit
Just hit the plug for 50 pounds, I coulda bought a brick
I can't lie, shorty ugly but she kinda thick
& her baby father is an op so she could ride the dick
Took her sons snacks kus I hate her cooking
Might even put him on his ass when she ain't looking
Grungy nigga, fuck around & get your chain tooken
& I ain't never been impaired but I'm cane pushing
Shorty love me, when we fucking, I can't leave it in
If you play me or betray me, we can't speak again
When I was feeling down, I knew I had to keep a grin
Bought my first pound & now they finna see me win
Life of a dope boy
This the life of a dope boy
These are my dope boy diaries
These are my dope boy diaries
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