I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man I got my slang from the dope man I always wanna hang wit the dope man I learned this game from the dope man Everybody give it up for the dope man I just hung up wit the dope man He just pulled up in the O van

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)

All I'm ever askin' for is time I just needed time to clear my mind What I want is already mine (It my fault, yeah yeah) I got women callin' my phone like I owe them some' It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them some' No shit, I treat my dick like

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto) Stack them hunnids up like Lego (Lego) Remember I had to charge my bro for petrol (petrol) I came a long way trappin' off a Metro (Metro) Still got rounds I can let go (let go) Land in any town I smoke

(spoken) Is she really going out with him? I got a feeling inside of me, It's kinda strange, like a stormy sea I don't know why, I don't know why I guess these things've gotta be I got a new rose, I got it good Yes, I knew that I always would

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella

Ay tell'em I'mma need a minute Damn my heads fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever hear'em say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out They say they just need a couple lines And all the years on the road got me thinkin' blow Even though they

Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that's a three-headed snake Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate, mmh We done made a few M's and I'm straight Got me a mil', it fit my plate Shit, the teeth on plastic plate Just 'cause I listen don't mean I