Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Game , by - The Jacka. Release date: 18.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dope Game |
| They say we look like we pushin' work |
| How I just push up on every turf |
| Swoop my niggs, twist kush in every blunt |
| It ain’t fair, so I give away the crumbs |
| That’s a zip or two, every time I come around |
| I’m a real playa fuckin' off a 100 thou |
| Cause we real, 30 shots up in the crowd |
| So sick, even make the haters proud |
| We the shit, clap you if ya gettin' loud |
| Feel like the 80's babies time to hold it down |
| Got my gun, shootin' for the damn stars |
| Hit the streets, & try to kick us out tomorrow |
| It’s the future, in the hood it’s stupid hard |
| See the block, dope boys everywhere |
| Damn it’s hot, I don’t think I ever cared |
| Me & Amp, finna lock another year |
| Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy |
| In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady |
| Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block |
| In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop |
| Coonin on you niggas, yeah the block stockbroker |
| Devilz rejectz it’s the mobb bitch we takin over |
| I’m a boss & it’s family first |
| If it’s beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka |
| I count money, while you watchin' your girlfriend |
| Look in through my sons eyes watchin' the world spin |
| My moms died, my whole world ended |
| Smack my girl every night, cause I’m tormented |
| I wanted to be a rapper, I sold my first piece of crack |
| Nigga I’m a trapper drug dealer stuck in the Ak |
| Most niggas actors, faint if they see a Mac |
| Nigga just got life, my cousin ain’t comin back |
| I’m lookin at life, through Cardier lenses |
| You can have my soul, just give me back my friends |
| I thought when the money came that I’ll be happy |
| But the money changed how the world thought about my family |
| I went from Anthony, to a Devilz Reject |
| In the ghetto with my metal, lookin' for the detects |
| I ride around, with 3 tecs |
| Tryna knock a nigga down, hopin' I don’t be next |
| Listen, all bite no bark doggie |
| Light some catpiss up get the car foggy |
| Up high in the sky blowin' clouds out |
| Chicks cheerleadin' like we holdin' tryouts |
| That G shit that’s what them guys 'bout |
| Cannons under the cusions of the couches at my hideout |
| Money hidden in the mattress, cakes in the oven |
| Bakin' with the timer, just wait for the buzzer |
| Used to be a grinder bundle full of dubba dubbas |
| Back in the days my uncle & them called em hubbas |
| Mid 90's, we was in the hood burnin' rubber |
| You was in the house watchin' New York undercover |
| When them shots rang out you put your head undercover |
| If you get caught up you’d probably tell the feds on a brotha |
| I was brought up, to be about my bread mothafucka |
| Art of a gunslinger goin' hard at my hustle |
| Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy |
| In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady |
| Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block |
| In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop |
| Coonin on you niggas, yeah the block stockbroker |
| Devilz rejectz it’s the mobb bitch we takin over |
| I’m a boss & it’s family first |
| If it’s beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka |