Dope Fiend
Back when I was young I thought being grown up was a utopia
That was back then I'm smoking blacks on the park bench
Mixed the smell outside I'm coming back with a hard stench
But I don't give a fuck because I work for hard earned rent
Someone gonna always try to play you boy dont get bent
And niggas always drag they feet when it comes to debt
We talking bought who owe my nigga not the collectors
Because we know it's the collectors that's goin stress em
Yea I'm finna go gas make sure you grab the lighter
I got the smoke hit his sole cause now he standing idle
Man he talk about dreams but still can't find the grind yet
And I ain't talking that shit to make my life seem hyped up
I got the high I'm finna hit
The flows that I ripped
A real smoker heavy
Ima smoke til it ain't lit
And now I'm finna get my bust off hit the shawty
Tell her come thru when you here we finna rub them shits
And don't be on that lovey dovey
You only here just to fuck baby Tate you like my cuddly buddy
You told my friends that you might really love me
But I told my friends you was easy and you was good with that sucky sucky
And you can leave you don't have to stay then
I'm just doin me and smoking weed I got the gas it's like the crack for the base heads
Handle it different I put it off like it's a phase
But just know I don't even see it as the time was wasted
Man I started out with nothing had to grind for something
A little bit of cash but I won't even say a come up
And where I come from this shit is like the hard knocks
And nigga fuck your gems we stoning you with them hard rocks
Where I came up it's like the boondocks
Lookin suspicious they know they gonna call the cops
But then I'm always low key I'm out the mix
Just stay in yo lane translation yo mind your business bitch
You don't even know me
I went from always beating my dick to the bow cause now I'm just a heavy dope fiend
Still staying on my lonely boy if you can't tell
It's only me and all my niggas walking on this trail
And I pray to god that all my niggas doin well
Cause we just a target to people they want us in a cell
Look at we facing in all we tryna make it
But them others tryna stop us so we won't prevail
Uh
Nigga you don't know me
Pussy boy I'm a dope fiend
Still one and only but movin on by my lonely
Yea
And I'm smoking on the OG
A dope fiend I'm just thinking I should've grown weed
That was back then I'm smoking blacks on the park bench
Mixed the smell outside I'm coming back with a hard stench
But I don't give a fuck because I work for hard earned rent
Someone gonna always try to play you boy dont get bent
And niggas always drag they feet when it comes to debt
We talking bought who owe my nigga not the collectors
Because we know it's the collectors that's goin stress em
Yea I'm finna go gas make sure you grab the lighter
I got the smoke hit his sole cause now he standing idle
Man he talk about dreams but still can't find the grind yet
And I ain't talking that shit to make my life seem hyped up
I got the high I'm finna hit
The flows that I ripped
A real smoker heavy
Ima smoke til it ain't lit
And now I'm finna get my bust off hit the shawty
Tell her come thru when you here we finna rub them shits
And don't be on that lovey dovey
You only here just to fuck baby Tate you like my cuddly buddy
You told my friends that you might really love me
But I told my friends you was easy and you was good with that sucky sucky
And you can leave you don't have to stay then
I'm just doin me and smoking weed I got the gas it's like the crack for the base heads
Handle it different I put it off like it's a phase
But just know I don't even see it as the time was wasted
Man I started out with nothing had to grind for something
A little bit of cash but I won't even say a come up
And where I come from this shit is like the hard knocks
And nigga fuck your gems we stoning you with them hard rocks
Where I came up it's like the boondocks
Lookin suspicious they know they gonna call the cops
But then I'm always low key I'm out the mix
Just stay in yo lane translation yo mind your business bitch
You don't even know me
I went from always beating my dick to the bow cause now I'm just a heavy dope fiend
Still staying on my lonely boy if you can't tell
It's only me and all my niggas walking on this trail
And I pray to god that all my niggas doin well
Cause we just a target to people they want us in a cell
Look at we facing in all we tryna make it
But them others tryna stop us so we won't prevail
Uh
Nigga you don't know me
Pussy boy I'm a dope fiend
Still one and only but movin on by my lonely
Yea
And I'm smoking on the OG
A dope fiend I'm just thinking I should've grown weed
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Writer(s): Dominick Banks
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