dope shit

this is crack, rock cocaine, it isn't glamorous or cool or kid stuff, yeah, uh bitch check check one two, i been cooking this dope, ho, look, back inside this bitch with my eyes wide, pussy boy with nine lives, this is a homicide, what is that five pies, broke it down, served it all to five guys, a burger and some fries, a dead man told me i got murder in my eyes, and i had to disagree, except for the time that i got that misdeme, wanted to kill that cop, but he had a glock and i had a history, viciously pulled over my car, maliciously searched throughout my whole goddamn trunk, now they convicting me of felonies, y'all acting like i'm selling keys, what y'all tryin' to scrooge me, bitch i'm about to eben-ease my way out this whole situation, delegations with masons done had my money inflatin', but now it seem like satan always be on my side, so for kpe i ride, i do this shit to the day i die, motherfuckers hate on the way i vibe, but a hater gon' hate, i'm a do what i got to homeboy cause i got to, tell them don't judge i'm not you, see i roll through when the crop due, and i cop two roll one, blow it down with my old cause, we reminiscing on old times, like all we playing is bone thugs, see old heads they showed love, some of y'all oppose me, supposedly, but they can never dispose of me, i been cooking dope that dope shit, one hundred percent white fish scale coke shit, come alone, grab yourself a key or get gone, boy i ain't got the time to be sitting at home, cause i been cooking this dope that dope shit, one hundred percent fish scale off the boat shit, come alone, grab yourself a key or get gone, boy i ain't got the time to be sitting at home, cause i been cooking this dope, flow hard while i smoke hyena, evil shit that make you laugh like it's cociana, tell her girl please don't mind my demeanor, i don't smoke no bobby brown save that shit for tina, cleaner than a coke head that's cleaning for coke, kush beds in my living room that's something that i'm eager to smoke, at night times my female elope, but when that sunrise she out tryin' to hang me from ropes, hang in the cut that's the heart of the womb, no one else is harder to move, it's like martyr a mist of the cross, caught up in all of this crossfire, war cross i be a liar boy you gotta be boss or get fired, and i'm tryin' to be the boss of desire, but the messiah always got something to say about ties, and i ain't got nothing to pay for these lies, i worry about mines so i ain't got the time to worry about they crying, boy, fuck them shit i cock that nine back and i let it go, for those of y'all that thought i was sleeping i had to let you know, i been cooking dope that dope shit, one hundred percent white fish scale coke shit, come along, grab yourself a key or get gone, boy i ain't got the time to be sitting at home, cause i been cooking this dope that dope shit, one hundred percent white fish scale coke shit, come alone, shit i been coking dope, like i'm fresh out of the grove pots and pans, kitchen stove, contraband, i love the way the combination making noise like we having a conversation, i guess that's why it's crack rock, shit, feeling like i hit the jackpot, if i ain't got a nine-to-five this my last shot, homie it is that hot we always whipping up all the coke, i wa- fuck didn't even work out, cooking that dope shit, one hundred percent white fish scale coke shit, come along, get yo pussy ass a key or get gone, cause i ain't got the time to be sitting at home bitch