Dope Man

Who bring you the dope, who bring you the flow?
The purest shit with no cut, the opposite of your coke
Est Sick the producer, you nothing but a customer
Nah you can't sit with us, we came in with the Zastavas
It ain't gotta be a lot of us, you can pray God, Allah
But it ain't related to religion the red dot
That's on your forehead so think before you go ahead
My homie got the scope already zoomed in
We scared of nothing man, ain't no pandemic stopping us
From grinding hard and earning stripes like Adidas
I fuck your bitch than adios, to satisfy my sweet tooth like Haribo
I eat the pussy like a edible
My weed ain't got no chemicals, I'm chilling at the Delano
And there's so much more like De La Soul
My hunger's unexplainable
It turned me into a animal, or better a cannibal
I eat rappers like cantaloupe
I tote the cannon like a lieutenant
Gotta focus like Cannon even tho that ass a lil' tempting
Just don't panic if it looks like the Up In Smoke up in here
No kidding, on my Master P shit cause I don't see no limit
Been around since cars stopped and rims was still spinning
All facts no gimmicks, I couldn't care less about your kicks
She wanna kick it like soccer, with Grey Goose vodka yeah
Now she on top like a police chopper
This is just a new chapter with the same ol' actor
The shit you talking 'bout, my man you ain't seen half bro

I'm the dope man, pope man, you don't want no smoke man
This shit will make choke man, this shit will make you jump man
Don't matter where you catch me, I bring the dope man
That's why when they see me, they be like "hey dope man"
I'm the dope man, pope man, you don't want no smoke man
This shit will make choke man, this shit will make you jump man
I said don't matter where you catch me, I bring the dope man
That's why when they see me, they be like "hey dope man"



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Writer(s): Marco Piccin
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