Dope Rafael Casal (Ft. Daveed Diggs & Too $hort)

[Hook: Rafael Casal]

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[Verse 1: Rafael Casal]
I got my start in the weed game
Upgraded to pills
Sold them to the kids in the flats and the kids in the hills
And ooh, was they buying
I was out here gettin’ money for that new shit
I was about to be driving
Couple stacks got me a two-door Saturn coupe
It was not cool but the sub made sure my shit knock, fool
And my high school girl, she was fine I guess
I mean no disrespect, I was not cute
(Yo, where the fuck you from, boy?)
B-Town, B-Town
My moms was a far-out hippie
My pops was a damn Hispanic
So census box checking got tricky
I grew up in another town
All my boys are from East Oakland
Talk loud, get your head broke in
Nah, we're chill, we just jokin’
Unless you don’t stop
I drive ‘cause we all hate ho' cops
Them fuckin’ with the brown boys won’t stop
Everybody slumped down at the red light
Windows up, inside smellin’ like a smoke shop
I didn’t mean to call all cops hoes
Some of y’all are just doin’ your best
But tryin’ keepin’ peace in the frat of the clan
Just seems like such a futile thing to suggest
I mean the coke and the pills that I’m sellin’ was brought by
The same FBI that would give me my arrest
Ain’t unclear how crack blew up here
Nicknamed the city so we can’t forget