Lupe Fiasco - DopeFrancis (American Trap) lyrics

rate me

God is dope, a hundred bricks

And Jesus is my connect, mane

God is dope, a hundred bricks

And Muhammad my connect, mane

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back

I be stunting but you know where I'm at

I can't leave out this American

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Great American

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

D O P E B O Y

F I A S C O sigh

L U P E me, oh my

Baby, we don't die

Live by multiples and nines

So if it's nine and all, that shining ball, I'm all of y'all combined

Crybaby, that never miss, I’m bawling all the time

What's the cause of all this crying?

I ain't falling, I ain't hurt

But the man upstairs just sent me a bunch of work

Cut it in the studio then rap it in a verse

So low so them popo, man, I catch it in the search

But I'm stupid, I'm so smart, I ain't have it in the first

Might stop at the right block, if I'm paperless I might not direct

God is dope, Jesus my connect

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back

I be stunting but you know where I'm at

I can't leave out this American

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Great American

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

Speaking to that fire, preaching to that choir

Open up that C, G O D is my supplier

Once it's lost, cut it soft, amazing when I heard that

Double up this fish scale, maybe bring all of these birds back

Feathers

Birds are determined to enjoy all this lovely weather

Never say never, said it so that won't happen ever

Ever so clever, yes sir, I get more close than Webber

He cold, he cold, he cold, that's just means I'm getting better

Ego, ego, ego, three birds are those three letters

Stop it, I'm just trying to find a prophet

Like I'm trying to align my pockets

With those fine designer wallets full of cheddar

Jesus like a picture full of teeth is

Preachers, I pulpit like a Michael Vick

Bless, God is dope, Muhammad my connect

God is dope, a hundred bricks

God is dope, a hundred bricks

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back

I be stunting but you know where I'm at

I can't leave out this American

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Great American

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

O V E R D O S E everything I does

Noah got a boatload that got shit from up above

Gotta pick a side because they fight a war on drugs

Well, you can tell 'em cartel ‘cause I'm riding with my plug

Riding dirty, call it Bible study

And I pray you keep them pigs up out my way

Because we eating like Ramadan in the evening

So we gotta re-up like five times a day

And faith is like the keys to the kingdom

And the yayo for the halo, got my triple beam leanin'

And an M3 with a trunk full of what everybody fiendin'

And my rearview mirror cool, I see no daredevils or demons

So God is dope, I'm slinging

David with the bricks, I'm kingpin

Trying to make me miss, they atheist

God is dope, serving like it's '86

God is dope, a hundred bricks

God is dope, a hundred bricks

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back

I be stunting but you know where I'm at

I can't leave out this American

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Great American

Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back

I got these, I got these, I got that

If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back