
Dope Dealer GØDD COMPLEXx
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[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
My brother used to sell crack in the hallway
Used to be the lookout boy that was always
Nigga fuck a nine-to-five, that was all day
Just don't get no coke dust on my Balmain
Nigga 'bout to really play it like I'm D-Bron
Nigga 'bout to catch the wave like a rebound
Fuck that, I ain't tryna' be discreet now
Pussy nigga don't forget to put the seat down
I heard that they ain't from the trap
Don't recognize them perhaps
I find it hard to adapt
'Cause them niggas pussies and I don't want the cops
So you pardon me if I'm cold
I only do what I know, I never do what I'm told
'Cause real recognize real and real niggas know, so
[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Oh lord, oh lord
Don't ask for me, nigga
Sold raw, sold raw
What is half a key, nigga?
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
My brother used to sell crack in the hallway
Used to be the lookout boy that was always
Nigga fuck a nine-to-five, that was all day
Just don't get no coke dust on my Balmain
Nigga 'bout to really play it like I'm D-Bron
Nigga 'bout to catch the wave like a rebound
Fuck that, I ain't tryna' be discreet now
Pussy nigga don't forget to put the seat down
I heard that they ain't from the trap
Don't recognize them perhaps
I find it hard to adapt
'Cause them niggas pussies and I don't want the cops
So you pardon me if I'm cold
I only do what I know, I never do what I'm told
'Cause real recognize real and real niggas know, so
[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Oh lord, oh lord
Don't ask for me, nigga
Sold raw, sold raw
What is half a key, nigga?
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
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