Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Just Dope, artist - Curren$y. Album song Jet Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
I'm Just Dope |
Often imitated never duplicated |
The hero, unsung champion, uncongratulated |
Through it all I keep it G |
And that’s what fascinates her |
Cause she’d rather go with me |
Than anyplace that you gon’take her |
She can tell the fake one in the presence of the real |
Cause my game tight: vacuum seal |
Was bein' slept on like a cot in the shelter |
Now them owners in my section like |
«Spitta how can I help ya?» |
She like, «What you involved in?» |
I tell her construction, cause I really am |
I built this whole empire from nothin' |
I hear none of them niggas; |
They don’t stand for nothin |
Like they’re tied to their chairs |
Trust me, I’m aware that it’s cold |
But it’s fair |
From the inside, looking out there |
I see bitches waiting, niggas waiting, cops patrolling |
Be careful, don’t look them in they’re faces |
We holding, tryna get out the matrix like Neo and them |
Yeah, we in the lab |
Cut and package it up |
To distribute it to the public |
Hit the block stuntin' |
Them hoes see what I drove |
Wan' know if I’m selling drugs |
No, bitch, I’m just Dope |
The all-natural, non-tobacco rapper is back at you |
Just in case you though I quit scribbling tablets |
I parachute out of bed cause I woke up still high |
From the previous evening of getting toe-up |
Told 'em before, but they didn’t believe it |
I showed 'em over one million flows to be chose from |
Sixteen switches; |
Spitta still get them bitches wide open |
Like my front gate when I’m pulling my Camaro in |
Got your girl in tow, carrying a tote bag |
With some clothes, cause it be a few before she come back |
Making moves with your’s truly in the car makes her a drug mule |
Cause I’m on narcotics stronger than a schedule II- Oo! |
I keeps it funky when I come through |
You coping with hard times; |
Only thing hard of mine is my denim, fool |
Founding member of an influential crew- JETS, nigga! |
Now we’ve formally been introduced |
Yeah, we in the lab |
Cut and package it up |
To distribute it to the public |
Hit the block stuntin' |
Them hoes see what I drove |
Wan' know if I’m selling drugs |
No, bitch, I’m just Dope |
And we already showed you how to cook up, cook up |
You trying to find the JETS? |
Just look up, look up |
You trying to find your girl? |
I done took her, took her |
The JETS is in the house, fool |
Yeah, and I still got that drug flow |
Spit that shit that makes them bitches eyes roll |
And when them skeezers see what I drove |
No, bitch! |
I’m just-- |
Yeah, we in the lab |
Cut and package it up |
To distribute it to the public |
Hit the block stuntin' |
Them hoes see what I drove |
Wan' know if I’m selling drugs |
No, bitch, I’m just Dope |