The Real Dope Dealers Clintn Lord (Ft. SAINt JHN)

[Chorus: SAINt JHN & Clintn lord]
True story, should've been a drug dealer, woo
If rap didn't work, I could've been a coke dealer, ayy
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer (tell her, tell her, tell her)
My mama said son don't turn into a dope dealer (dealer, dealer, fucker)
So what I do?

[Verse 1: Clintn lord]
Sold all the crack in my trap, let's get it
Wipin' the fingerprints off of my MAC
Stash all the guns in the bush by the house
Yeah, I shot my plug in the mouth
That's why there's a drought
I need these keys like I'm homeless, now
I live in a church with all of my bitches and homies
I don't give a fuck if you me
I can't wait, crack up my eye feds, like my balls, all on my dick
Hope you taste shit when you kissin' my ass
How cold kyle, tell all the hooligans, shooligans
Aim at your head, pyrex with the hat
Yeah, SAINt JHN with the MAC
He said, give you your soul if you pay for it, fact
I only like green faces, I only like green faces
Am I a racist, my soul is so black

[Chorus: SAINt JHN & Clintn lord]
Oh no, let me tired of P
Now who said give me dope dealer
It's all I ever known, I could've been a dope dealer
Ayy, my brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer (dealer, dealer, dealer)
My mama said son don't turn into a dope dealer (dealer, dealer, dealer)
So what I do?