| I got my start in the weed game
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| Upgraded to pills
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| Sold them to the kids in the flats and the kids in the hills
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| And ooh, was they buying
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| I was out here gettin' money for that new shit
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| I was about to be driving
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| Couple stacks got me a two-door Saturn coupe
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| It was not cool but the sub made sure my shit knock, fool
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| And my high school girl, she was fine I guess
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| I mean no disrespect, I was not cute
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| (Yo, where the fuck you from, boy?)
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| My moms was a far-out hippie
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| My pops was a damn Hispanic
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| So census box checking got tricky
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| I grew up in another town
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| All my boys are from East Oakland
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| Talk loud, get your head broke in
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| Nah, we’re chill, we just jokin'
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| Unless you don’t stop
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| I drive ‘cause we all hate ho' cops
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| Them fuckin' with the brown boys won’t stop
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| Everybody slumped down at the red light
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| Windows up, inside smellin' like a smoke shop
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| I didn’t mean to call all cops hoes
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| Some of y’all are just doin' your best
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| But tryin' keepin' peace in the frat of the clan
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| Just seems like such a futile thing to suggest
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| I mean the coke and the pills that I’m sellin' was brought by
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| The same FBI that would give me my arrest
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| Ain’t unclear how crack blew up here
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| Nicknamed the city so we can’t forget
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| In the city of
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope) in the city of
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope) in the city of
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| Oakland is where I’m from
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| Whatever you want, we’ll sell you some
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| It’s always been that way
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| Wherever you from, anywhere in the Bay
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| You gotta come to The Town if you wanna get down
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| Spend a little money when you comin' around
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| Get you what you want if you wanna get high
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| Most niggas sellin' dope just wanna get by
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| ‘Cause we don’t get a lot of choices
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| That’s why we talk with guns, not voices
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| They say, «It ain’t no fun when you force it,»
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| When you see us come, we want some more shit
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| And don’t tell me what I act like
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| Out here, everything is half price
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| Except love and drugs is never enough
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| You gotta pay top dollar if you want that stuff
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| As long as there ain’t no drought
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| Ain’t nobody tryin' to find a way out
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| Fuck your inner-city programs
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| I gotta sell this dope, man
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| In the city of
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope) in the city of
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope)
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| Dope (dope) in the city of
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| «Where you really from though?»
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| They love to pull that card
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| Like nigga, you ain’t that hard
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| Like, you never lived yo' bars
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| Like being all up in the media smiling must mean I ain’t got scars
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| Like seeing a way out and taking it somehow erases
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| The place I started
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| Before I had a name you might brand your kids with
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| Pushin' cocaine was family business
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| On 77th below 8−1-4
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| But when they rushed the crib with guns, we had to go
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| And my folks said «you can have the dope game back»
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| ‘Cause it wasn’t a game when cocaine became crack
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| So I grew up made stacks
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| But surviving the city is dope, despite that
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| And I still got fam on C Street
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| Burners, blammers, that’s that
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| Police sirens, tires, skeet skeet
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| Windows rolled down, yak yak, that sound
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| Love this soil, kiss it, this town
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| In my blood and blood on the ground
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| ‘Cause it’s war out where we be now
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| Some say we built this city on rock
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| Rollin' with the
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| Why you think they call the brains blowing
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| Uncle Darren had to up at the stoplight
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| That’s why we all gas, no brakes
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| Long as you move, you got hope
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| Plus we more scared of the cops than the gangstas out here
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| In the city of
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| Dope |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope, artist - Daveed Diggs. Album song Blindspotting: The Miles EP, in the genre Саундтреки