DEVILZ REJECTZ - Dope Game lyrics

rate me

Yeah

It's the jack boy

It's that new shit

It's that #2 shit, yeah

Come on nigga you know what the shit is nigga

D-R

[Verse 1: The Jacka]

They say we look like we pushin work

I just push up on every turf

With my niggs, twist kush&'nade blunts

It ain't fair, so I give away the crumbs

That's a zip or two, everytime I come around

I'm a real playa fuckin off a 100 thou

Cause we real, 30 shots up in the croud

So sick, even make the haters proud

We the shit, clap you if ya gettin loud (gunblast)

Feel like the 80's babies time to hold it down

Got my gun, shootin for the damn stars

Hit the streets, & try to kick us out tomorrow

It's the future, in the hood it's stupid hard

See the block, dopeboys everywhere

Damn it's hot, I don't think I ever cared

Me & amp, finna lock another year

[Chorus: Young Bossi]

Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy

In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady

Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block

In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop

Coonin on you niggas, yeah the block stockbroker

Devilz rejectz it's the mobb bitch we takin over

I'm a boss & it's family first

If it's beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka

[Verse 2: Ampichino]

I count money, while you watchin your girlfriend

Look into my sons eyes watchin the world spin

My moms died, the whole world ended

Smack my girl every night, cause I'm tormented

Wanted to be a rapper, I sold my first piece of crack

Nigga I'm a trapper drug dealer stuck in the Ak

Most niggas actors, feint if they see a Mac

Nigga just got life, my cousin ain't comin back

I'm lookin at life, through carti lenses

You can have my soul, just bring me back my friends

I thought when the money came that I'd be happy

But the money changed how the world felt about my family

I went from anthony, to a devilz reject

In the ghetto with my metal, lookin for the detects

I ride around, with 3 tecs

Tryna knock a nigga down, hopin I don't be next

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Dubb 20]

Listen, all bark no bite doggie

Light the catpiss up make the car foggy

Up high in the sky blowin clouds out

Chicks cheerleadin like we holdin tryouts

That g shit that's what them guys 'bout

Cannons under the cushon in my couch, in my hideout

Money hidden in the mattress, cake in the oven

Bakin with the timer, just waitin for the buzzer

Used to be a grinder now I'm full of dubba dubbas

Back in the days my uncle & them called em hubbas

Mid 90's, we was in the hood burnin rubber

You was in the house watchin new york undercover

When them shots rang out you put your head undercover

If you get caught up you'd prolly tell the feds on a brotha

I was brought up, to be about my bread muhfucka

Art of a gunslinger goin hard at my hustle

[Chorus]