Hook
When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spittingâ¨, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, â¨I don't tote no guns, I'm about my onesâ¨, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, â¨Got skills, got krills, mixed all in oneâ¨, Real recognise real, where you know me from? â¨Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have itâ¨, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automaticâ¨â¨.
Verse 1
Let me get mine first, my mind hurts, soon as the nine burst, â¨Experimenting on who could rhyme worst, â¨Got it forever, you got next? Whatever⨠I pop shit, for cheddar, my pockets?, Berreta, Betta to have your grind show you put in workâ¨, They gon' think these jewels grew out o' my shirt, â¨Dope rules everything around meâ¨, The pot is getting heavy, I'm dropping this verseâ¨, Rocking some raw ish, like I got me some workâ¨, Far as spitting raw go, I feel I just copped me some workâ¨, That diesel in they arms got 'em acting berserk, â¨And I ain't holding arms, I'm just dropping this verseâ¨, Hu! Fuck the world on a pill trick, â¨And I'm never falling off, not a lil 'bitâ¨, Flow potent everyone will quote this, â¨Now let's get this bread in the name of dopeness.
â¨Hook
When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spittingâ¨, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, â¨I don't tote no guns, I'm about my onesâ¨, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, â¨Got skills, got krills, mixed all in oneâ¨, Real recognise real, where you know me from? â¨Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have itâ¨, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automaticâ¨â¨.
Verse 2
Smell of sour on my clothes, ashing weed up on my foesâ¨, Success to me is fucking an Amber Rose in a Roseâ¨, With some Ice so froze, cuz this world so... Cold!⨠I'm a G that's 'bout my O's,â¨Peep the mission statement as I'm lacing up my Taylorsâ¨, Screaming Fuck
the
haters!, let 'em catch the vaporsâ¨, Baby I know that them other nikkas fake but, â¨I'm busy killing shit, get this shit traced up, â¨If they getting out of line, tell them nikkas Shape Up! â¨Like a runny nose, I'm after paper, â¨Getcha-getcha cake up, this, isâ¨, That real dope shit dreams are made of, â¨Pay attention hope you have money saved up, â¨cause it will cost you a fortune when I spit awesome, â¨Look at how I dress, peep the shit that I'm endorsing, â¨Outfit looking like I'm chilling in the coffinâ¨â¨.
When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spittingâ¨, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, â¨I don't tote no guns, I'm about my onesâ¨, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, â¨Got skills, got krills, mixed all in oneâ¨, Real recognise real, where you know me from? â¨Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have itâ¨, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automaticâ¨â¨.