[Intro]
Bump my shit nigga (Yea, yea, yea)
Aye, my daddy was the dope man? (Yea, yea)
Real Rx (Yea, yea)
[Verse]
My daddy was the dope man
My mommy loved the nigga
They fucked and had me, a lil’ hustler nigga
I ain’t taking shit back, it is what it is
It was what it was, bitch I did what I did
Product of my environment, I got it and they trying it
I got it for the low that’s why they buying it
To the top, I kept on climbing, they tried to bring me down
I just re’d up I got 50 pounds, and I got some for twelve-hunnit, you could get ‘em now
I’d get off my ass and get it, I ain’t sittin’ ‘round
I’m in a rental low-key, catching licks out my bitch car
While she at work, bitch we need the work
So you need to work, take it easy first
My momma tell me slow my roll, I’m my daddy son
So goin’ for that bullshit? Bitch I ain’t having none
Bitch I’m having funds, you could add me up
I sell dope for a living, bitch, I ain’t having fun
Yea, I had to run, I’m still havin’ it
Rap going good, I pulled 10 off a tape
In a good day in the trap, I make 10 in a day
They said you can’t be a rapper and a dope dealer (What nigga?)
Bitch I do what I want, I ain’t listening to no nigga
I cooked seven grams for my man for some stu’ time
I got too much shit on my mind, I’m your favorite rapper, bitch
I’m a dope boy banger, I don’t make songs for the kids
Probably raise the dope prices when my tape drop, broad day, face shot, two stones, eight pots, big body, eight blocks
Used to sell dime bags and crack on ‘ery block
Fuck the competition, I know I could get it cheaper
She said she wanna slide, you could slide, I don’t need ya
Rather bet it on myself, bitch, cause I know what I’m doing
I analyzed this shit a thousand times, know
What I want from it
These niggas got too many war stories with nothing to show for it
Ill never hold my nuts on a nigga, I tell him go for it
Around my way, these niggas gon’ try you if you pussy
Keep your eyes to yourself, cause niggas’ll try you just for looking
You know how mind your business, everything’ll go smooth
When them troopers get behind me, all I know is be cool
Bitch said she like my swag, and she like to vibe with me
I asked her would she take a five hour drive with me
Everything I do discreet bitch, I be on mob business
I’m a smooth dude, no matter how you put it
My first 15 grams, I fucked it up, I couldn’t cook it
I got some money, bought some more, I couldn’t fuck it up
I sold bags of hard in my marj’ fucked up truck
Angel called me, 2 o’clock, wake me up out my damn sleep
Shh—, fuck that, a nigga gotta eat
These are legendary dope deals, they on some Jeezy shit
I told them I was gon’ do it, they ain’t believe the shit
Right in front of they face, they had to see the shit
Now they got they hand out, cause they need the kid
I’ll curve em, I don’t need a bitch
My new bitch said she got me, and I hope it’s true
My man moving funny, ahh nigga not you
Bump my shit nigga (Yea, yea, yea)
Aye, my daddy was the dope man? (Yea, yea)
Real Rx (Yea, yea)
[Verse]
My daddy was the dope man
My mommy loved the nigga
They fucked and had me, a lil’ hustler nigga
I ain’t taking shit back, it is what it is
It was what it was, bitch I did what I did
Product of my environment, I got it and they trying it
I got it for the low that’s why they buying it
To the top, I kept on climbing, they tried to bring me down
I just re’d up I got 50 pounds, and I got some for twelve-hunnit, you could get ‘em now
I’d get off my ass and get it, I ain’t sittin’ ‘round
I’m in a rental low-key, catching licks out my bitch car
While she at work, bitch we need the work
So you need to work, take it easy first
My momma tell me slow my roll, I’m my daddy son
So goin’ for that bullshit? Bitch I ain’t having none
Bitch I’m having funds, you could add me up
I sell dope for a living, bitch, I ain’t having fun
Yea, I had to run, I’m still havin’ it
Rap going good, I pulled 10 off a tape
In a good day in the trap, I make 10 in a day
They said you can’t be a rapper and a dope dealer (What nigga?)
Bitch I do what I want, I ain’t listening to no nigga
I cooked seven grams for my man for some stu’ time
I got too much shit on my mind, I’m your favorite rapper, bitch
I’m a dope boy banger, I don’t make songs for the kids
Probably raise the dope prices when my tape drop, broad day, face shot, two stones, eight pots, big body, eight blocks
Used to sell dime bags and crack on ‘ery block
Fuck the competition, I know I could get it cheaper
She said she wanna slide, you could slide, I don’t need ya
Rather bet it on myself, bitch, cause I know what I’m doing
I analyzed this shit a thousand times, know
What I want from it
These niggas got too many war stories with nothing to show for it
Ill never hold my nuts on a nigga, I tell him go for it
Around my way, these niggas gon’ try you if you pussy
Keep your eyes to yourself, cause niggas’ll try you just for looking
You know how mind your business, everything’ll go smooth
When them troopers get behind me, all I know is be cool
Bitch said she like my swag, and she like to vibe with me
I asked her would she take a five hour drive with me
Everything I do discreet bitch, I be on mob business
I’m a smooth dude, no matter how you put it
My first 15 grams, I fucked it up, I couldn’t cook it
I got some money, bought some more, I couldn’t fuck it up
I sold bags of hard in my marj’ fucked up truck
Angel called me, 2 o’clock, wake me up out my damn sleep
Shh—, fuck that, a nigga gotta eat
These are legendary dope deals, they on some Jeezy shit
I told them I was gon’ do it, they ain’t believe the shit
Right in front of they face, they had to see the shit
Now they got they hand out, cause they need the kid
I’ll curve em, I don’t need a bitch
My new bitch said she got me, and I hope it’s true
My man moving funny, ahh nigga not you
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