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Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never been on the to riches
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the to riches
Take pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the then fall in it
we dropped Versace, then y'all did it
They hate we came from the Northside
lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in with juice
Young nigga dabbin' first day of school

the days with the pocket rockets
Turned the to a fucking hot pocket
a million dollars in the corner pocket
I just share the rock I'm John Stockton
diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets
My niggas they got the nose on guns, that go about it
Ain't no to talk about it
Megaton trucks, it weigh enough
Had to take out the plug, he was up
You mad cause your do finger fucks
QC the label got mega
Gas off in the of the Sprinter bus
Say that you trapping, really you got touchin'
This is the life of the bags
You know them ounces don't weigh enough

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never on the road to riches
This the story I tell so you pay
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You been on the road to riches
Take your pen and your pad cause you need it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
bitch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
They hate that we from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They hate we came in with plenty juice
nigga just dabbin' first day of school

I came a way from dropping a visit
the plug for his riches
Wake up in the morning, I go grab the
Walk in the kitchen and me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a
Blue Benjamins that can pay tuition
Lupe that Activis been discontinued
cup, a nigga still be sipping
Got a out in Mississippi
Wrap it up, ship it to
I trap out the bando, trap out the trap house
And you with, we with it
Came a long way from that
taller than a midget
I the Mac like a midget
Mama we us a milli, we did it
the negativity, fuck the critics

Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never been on the to riches
This the I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take pot and fucking beat it
You never on the road to riches
Take pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
hate that we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' day of school

hate that that money start coming in
And I be too fresh, I it double mints
I was on the block, you was on
Giuseppe stepping, and my diamonds they
QC my label, and that's my
Supercharge my Bentley, I it Clark Kent
Me and my spread the butter, margarine
the martian, got Raris, I cut off the engines
Now it
You can catch a bullet in your
100 band juug, and you a part
I the plug off and we had a departure
You telling a story me, I'm the author
These bitches be choosing, they my posture
Whipping babies, I'm not bout toddlers
Similac on these ballers
Little get stuck they call me stepfather

Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never been on the road to
This the story I tell so you pay
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the road to
Take pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
we dropped Versace, then y'all did it
They hate that we came the Northside
lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we in with plenty juice
Young nigga just first day of school