I sold dope, watch fiends crave for rock Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!) Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter Pumped up blocks some of the winter Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat Four days no Z's, from the first to the third End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up 2's Aggravated by picky motherfuckers who don't know which rock to choose (Picky man) Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch NARCs run in talking shit (who dis?) I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke Pumping over there off of DeSoto Any nigga who don't know about this I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous" Shittin in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug I know about that shit right there Hey yo, I know about that shit right there
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all Y'all niggas can't tell me shit Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit? Dope, Jobs, Homeless...
I don't had jobs black Boss man yelling at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger! We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't manage shit Stressed out retired, I'm talking about blacks You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse Bricks, houses, cars A bitch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit You get a check every week You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll You work when they want you to Equal opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always hella tight My shit looking like this I got a bitch a baby and I need a place to piss Pissed off at check time cuz I was skipped That's when obie trice start cockin' back his shit (fuck this)
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all Y'all niggas can't tell me shit Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all Who the fuck gonna tell me shit
I done been homeless, no place to sleep Moms don't wanna hear it no place to eat Pass out on my mans couch just for a week Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!) Black out from cold, freezin' my toes Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims froze Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man) Fucked over folks, and they don't wanna see ya Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa Sleepin in cars, abandoned shit While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and shit (Please, Lord, please!) Close to pneumonia Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants Face lookin old, despite the fact your only 20 years old Stuck in the cold Snot drippin profusely Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie wouldn't notice me
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all Y'all niggas can't tell me shit Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all Who the fuck gonna tell me shit? Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all Motherfucker, I don't did it all
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