Lyrics:
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
Might spend a little time with
A bitch let her know
I'm married to the dope, I live the Thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop
G's man)
Same dome, same hair comb nigga
Shit, this a real nigga life
I'm a real nigga wit' stripes (I got stripes boy)
They can not come off my
Twice a month and said in like a month
He gon' drop the price
I could stop ya life if you don't pay me
Aye (A) niggas get shot every day B, see (C) it
All of my niggas they score on they opps
Come fuck wit the gang then you getting shot
Boy you dead they labeled you hot
You don't fuck wit me then
big dope
Straight from out the Nola, change the trenches
I see mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom of the pot
How that fuckin' boy dope like that?
All my life
All my life
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
body
Got her touching on my body
She wanna know what’s in my pockets
Got a check fuck it up Yo Gotti
93 gas in the tank
I ain’t no regular man
Playing
bang & by niggas dat snort
Play it smart if you want to live life on life terms
Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas & ferns
[Chorus]
bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass tricks
We keep
the spot
And get it hot like them Gotti boys
I hit the scene cup lean
And a blunt of that dro
Heard it's all about the money
So I'm hunting for more
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
above average
Screaming crowds
Packages
From fans
Damn it's
Happening
Not yet
I'm just imagining
But
A boy can dream
And that's the thing
Dope Hill
Dope
and feedin her scraps
He feed the family by servin the city
And his lil bitch mad cuz he sit in the trap
Beat the dope beat the dope beat the dope bitch
like Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
They thought it was funny, they was trollin' (trollin')
Caught 'em like DaBaby, they was bowlin' (they was bowlin')
Montana
they found me)
Was fuckin' with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can't
Yeah
Its crunch time nigga
Time to get yo mutha fuckin weight up
Yuh
We dope boys around here
Stacking money but tha mutha fukin bundle
Know what Im
really doubt me?
Give no fuck about a bounty
Bitch I feel like John Gotti
Bitch I get it how I want it
I ain't playin ain't no bitch boy
Born broke die
Grand life, yo!
I honored this!
Janitor
Went through all kinda shit!
Mopping the floor
With niggas!
Stacking up figures
On my Wakanda shit!
I chill with
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
all froze
Head down to my ankles
All night on the stove
Cooking up different samples
Dope boy making money trips
Esco Pablo
The streets is a part
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