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Dope, dope
Dope, dope

Hands callous, hard work is a talent
Blood on my jeans raw, Earth on my palette
Develop taste for the sweet and the sour then
I see how it is, now I speak for the powerless
In victory, I write a speech of empowerment
Learn the difference between the meek and the cowardice
See I don't live like a sheik in the palace
On a peak in the mountains, lemme keep this in balance
I live somewhere between the streets and the calculus
Somewhere between a voodoo priest and an alchemist
Paralysis about as deep as your malice
Eat a shroom, grow a hundred feet like Alice
I'm analyzing who I'm chiefing my flower with
Eyeing all the people surrounding him
Creeping out the miss miss
Tripping off the trees and out the lips
Gotta watch what did he say cause he the counterfeit
For now, I'ma fall back till it even out a bit
Do whatever you want bruh, just leave me out of it
Yeah

You can say that you ballin'
But we know it's all rented, credit card debted
I ain't involved in it
Portrayin' a false image and lyin'
Claimin' you authentic you fraud biditch
I ain't involved in it
So if you're all finished using your talent that's God-given and call it quits, well
I ain't involved in it
Tell Ben that I ain't in it
They calling me Paul, it's y'all business, just sayin'
I ain't involved in it

Deep in the fog of war many die and men are dogs
The petty call up on the genocide of pedagogues
I been a cog in a machine that never spins at all
I been a pawn, I been a peter boy, I been a Paul
I been a eye up on on the needle when I'm stitching gauze
I been a open wide receiver when I get the ball
This shit'll hit the walls, hit the fan, hit the stalls
The kid that call it best, tripping off of fentanyl
I ain't in this to retire off of quick applause
I got into the game to energize your inner thoughts
I'm with the cars, armed and ready riding, win or loss
Fire up the pen cause y'all drying up like menopause
I ain't tryin' to get involved, you wanna break a boo
Bend the law, it's fine, pray to god, a synagogue
Pray that I fall like Biggie Smalls
Maybe God'll forgive us all, maybe not, Ricky Ross

Listen, I can predict your fate
I seen him running around f*cking up in different ways
Busting and it ricochet
Ducking when he hit from fame
You wanna quit the game, I promise you
f*cking with me, it'll be the quickest way
Boy I don't skip a day and I don't sit around
Thinking that I'm greater than I am and solicit hate
If in your face, fit the frame, get in shape
You making a big mistake and I don't wanna participate

Da-dum, da-dum dum, da-dum, da-dum dum
Da-dum, da-dum dum

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