Dope Shit Lyrics

Better watch how you be talking to him

Say the wrong thing he’ll spaz again

Thoughts outta whack, gotta handle them

Pass me the drugs, on one times ten

Won’t even listen, don’t need your two cents

Smoke so loud, it seems I’m a nuisance

Way back then, not considered a cool kid

Still kicked it with all the Gs that was hooping

Not the sanest, got it workin in my favor

Wanna fuck around? There’s time for that later

Just because we don’t move the same

Doesn’t mean I’m a fuckin hater

What’s it to you how I get in my groove?

Who tf is you to question my moves?

Don’t explain myself to anybody

There’s nothing left for me to prove

Alls I’m asking that you take a step back

Move too quick? That’s a guaranteed setback

Not everything needs action quick fast

Gotta let it breathe, before you can get back

Do what you do but you better know how

You gets no clue, you better look around

Too deep? Cool… rather be profound

Come up smooth with my fly ass sound

Even tho it’s lookin kinda hopeless

Never distracted, i keep my focus

Doesn’t matter what them haters say

At the end of the day, Im spitting dope shit

Just one reason i chose to do this

Really wanna prove that i’m dreaming lucid

Only excel at writing music?

Hell nah bruh, i’m far from stupid

Set intentions, defy limitations

Laugh in the faces of those who are hatin

Good things come to those who are patient

Losin my mind, pray to god that i make it

Call it what y’all wanna call it

Y’all just stalling, ain’t you tired of talkin?

Alls i know, is i’m always movin

Very familiar with how i walk it

I ain’t start it, imma finish it tho

Aim for the stars, my limiter broke

I just wanna pay my rent with words

My background come from a simpler folk

Even tho it’s lookin hopeless

Never distracted, i keep my focus

Doesn’t matter what them haters say

At the end of the day, Im spitting dope shit

Losin steam while i’m steaming on broccoli

Don’t look at me, grab the the weight from the car seat

Slid across my hood like my last name was starsky,

Plug in the hood cuz the whole world starving

Splittin sticks to quiet my conscious

Thoughts goin crazy, drivin me bonkers

Fortune at the door, can’t you hear it knockin

Mind state clouded from abusing these toxins

Locked in, noddin, now i’m feeling nauseous

Faded in and out, someone really needs to watch him

Another thiz to the dome, bet ya that’’ll rock him

Only thing, is whatever he gets, he pops it

Meaning there’s never been good time to stop it

Cuz its only a good time to him if he tops it

Might as well throw it in cuz i swear he lost it

Last bit of sanity, that bag really cost him