Dope On The Scale Lyrics

I think it's crazy you would lie to me, you supposed to be my family

I thought you were my brother

I can't explain to you the irony, I know you hate to see this side of me

New York, I built it like the Yankees, this a dynasty

I did out of love, no need to thank a nigga honestly

You broke I can tell, there's hope I could sell

There's money to be made, and dope on the scale

Dope on the scale

There's hope I can sell

There's money to be made

And dope on the scale

Cut a nigga, watch the blood drip

Gas pack, nose twitching off of one whiff

Nightmares of what the plug did

Climb to the top, ride for the block, prepare for a sunk ship

These niggas chatting, they got loose lips

Tell the truth, I don't give two shits

He got the same burner, just a new grip

I got life in the right, death in the left, you pick

I got some hope I can sell

I got some dope on the scale

I got some hope I can sell

There's money to be made, and dope on the scale

All the shootings and the stabbings, got me passing by the casket

Bragging that they active

Until the cops pull em over, get to tapping on the glasses

Heart shattered into fragments

Roll the window down, see how fast he get to ratting

Once the trap got established, cash was by the mattress

I pre-bagged the package, had it ready for delivery

Hell is temporary, heaven is infinity

Bunch of false idols, none you niggas real

I was rapping nameless, y'all were out active hating

Kidnapped, held captive, if the cash captivating

Never compromise your bottom line, or the stacks you making

For the vermin I'm exterminating, get eradicated

Admiration, admiral, fuck a affidavit

Cops tryna crack a case, trapping like I'm Pappy Mason

Weed medical, got me mad sedated

Boulevard flows, told Zach I got your back-this the affirmation

Cut a nigga, watch the blood drip

Gas pack, nose twitching off of one whiff

Nightmares of what the plug did

Climb to the top, ride for the block, prepare for a sunk ship

These niggas chatting, they got loose lips

Tell the truth, I don't give two shits

Same burner, just a new grip

I got life in the right, death in the left, you pick

I think it's crazy you would lie to me, you supposed to be my family

I thought you were my brother

I can't explain to you the irony, I know you hate to see this side of me

New York, I built it like the Yankees, this a dynasty

I did out of love, no need to thank a nigga honestly

You broke I can tell, there's hope I could sell

There's money to be made, and dope on the scale