R.I.P Dolph

Smoking Gelato, I'm by myself but I'm jammin Melato
I'm stuck in my zone, my guardian chrome, got me not feeling alone
I blind out the hate wit my courtiers
And everyday feel like a holiday
So fuck it shoota we goin let 'em hate
Look at they face when they speculate
I hate to expose homie, I go the price for the bows on me
I keep a pipe or a pole or a stick or whatever
That shit there be on me, I don't fold under pressure
Get outta line then I'm a get outta character
Bout my money bag this shit will get federal
Smoke me a nigga, he a ten dollar edible
I want smoke(x)
From a youngin I was slaggin shit, that cocaine
I got the weed from my nigga Buden, he was the dope man
I had to stay on top my P's, I had to pay attention
Nigga was like 12 years old, with twin, we was jumpin fences
Found a plug, at like 15, wasn't no looking back
I was discreet with the hustle, had to look out for rats
I don't know shit, I was programmed, better keep a strap
My nigga Colavet told me, always aim for the hat



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Writer(s): Jared Shuler
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