Lyrics:
of the dope
Balled up like nuggets
I get it by the truckload
Boxed up like Huggies
Hooked up with Paper Route
We ‘bout to make it ugly
Shouts out to Daddy-O,
and every night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: J.Lewis
It’s a bedtime story
Gather round kids
It’s a bedtime story
With the blue j packed shit look like dory
In the new maybach this bitch adore me
Can i
coming
Shoutout my savages, man
O J did this shit
Get with it, told him don't play with my fitted
This shit right here could get wicked
I'ma go getter,
I been losing patience
For so long I been waiting
I need some shit to pop
Off by like Tuesday night
And by 9 on Wednesday morning
If I'm not huge,
of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Hotel smoked out, I ain't going nowhere
Leaving in the morning, cleaning lady picking up
Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life,
on honey take a chance
I cruise through let you know in advance
Already twisted the j's Got 'em rolled in advanced
Hit up the nightclub Usually I don't dance
at the sky by the pochers
buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
we dot the posters, the top postmokers
leaving the beer
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
I wake up in the morning and I hop out of bed
My dog is ready yawning
I make sure she get fed
Put on my jeans and my white t-shirt
Throw on some J’s
Early morning, late nights, writing this in between them.
Plotting while jotting phrases that come to me while I’m dreaming.
Vivid visions
mind I wanna get paper
She don’t got out at night she wanna feel safer
She with me she now feeling better
She with me she now getting wetter eiy
I never
Maybelline niggas, make up when it comes to cream (Uh)
Dollar signs, you know a nigga make a lot
When I wake up in the morning, one two shorties on me
J's I
the morning paper I’ma go out and get it,
I’m about to make it rain so you better get ready,
I’ma pop Cristal and my money confetti, shit.
The way I’m running
Maybelline niggas, make up when it comes to cream (Uh)
Dollar signs, you know a nigga make a lot
When I wake up in the morning, one two shorties on me
J's I
wisdom, you know the math
In the lab with J. Rawls all night ready to craft
See, I'm drivin down Penn. Ave. early morning
Turned on the wipers cause it just
pie-a
On that mango like it's papaya
I feel the need to vibe up, smoke
Red in my eyes
Dutch masters of papers, then we vaporize up
'Cause I'm high by
fonto while on the rooftop the planes fly by
I hear a shot I’m thinking who dropped
Dripping just like a pool spot spitting I feel like 2 pac two cops
bare my heart n' soul onstage like I'm Meryl
Focused on paper like Merrill Lynch
But you focus too hard and you'll fall into peril
Jersey fresh in
to the nearest J
You need me I'm one call away
But I'm cautious of that interstate so back roads be my safest way
It take a little longer but it make it there by
many hearts in gaining laughter
Since I was 6 been aiming big like JB Danquah
Amazing bars I do it off the top Kwesi Arthur
Allah, K3j3 Tema besi Accra,
and dirty like the Mexicans
All of my niggas work hard like they're Mexicans
Twelve niggas in one car, we are Mexicans
Esè I'm about my papers like Mexicans
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