rap shit - dopamine81 lyrics
dopamine81 n*gga
don’t worry ’bout it i’m already in you
730*64 to the door n*gga
south sh*t shut your mouth sh*t
it’s this rap sh*t b*tch or true tv
cause somebody gone get hurt
and it ain’t gone be me
it’s this rap sh*t b*tch or true tv
cause somebody gone get hurt
and it ain’t gone be me
you can look at the ground and you know i been round
i burn rubber yall n*ggas stand round
keep dem clips i got more rounds
l.o.l yall n*ggas clowns
i’ll make it appear they’ll bring it right here
we switch gears can’t shed no tears
even if i wanna couldn’t make my self cry
drum up the worst sh*t then ask why
should i give a f*ck mean nothing in my life
always first we don’t think twice
hum dem chants and dance all night
i’m a g it beez on sight
you wit us or wit dem it ain’t no middle
put the sh*t together it ain’t no riddle
i’ll be right there to play the fiddle
at your death n*gga bring a pillow
cut and dry it has no catch
face be clean i have no debts
only thing i sign checks
my n*gga i’m next
creating these words gotta have a sharpie
smell dem fumes so i stay on topic
str8 off the key that’s why i straight drop it
the only thing i want is cash in the pocket
take all kinds even the sh*t that jingles
get the penny off the ground and stack dem singles
take all kinds even the sh*t that jingles
get the penny off the ground and stack dem singles
it’s this rap sh*t b*tch or true tv
cause somebody gone get hurt
and it ain’t gone be me
it’s this rap sh*t b*tch or true tv
cause somebody gone get hurt
and it ain’t gone be me
581&85 when u turn up dead don’t be surprised
all my heat legal i ain’t gotta hide
keep one inside n*gga let’s go ride
2a gang n*gga i’ma reign wit an iron fist
no big brother i don’t miss sh*t i say
no big brother i don’t miss sh*t
empty clips go in pockets you drop yours on the floor
n*gga we stock pile it always got some more
sh*t come to pass when u speak it
watch what you say cause sow and reap it
one of a kind dog ain’t no secret
and i can’t be learned n*gga and u can’t teach it
just peep it and try to keep up
got everything else but i don’t have no f*ck’s
to give just chewed another pill
thinking sh*t sweet till a n*gga get k!lled
i’ma play the field and weight out my options
know i’m lying if i ever make a promise
i’m just being honest
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