Dopey (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

I become a husler... Stone-cold certified Big creature, let's get it Me and Crelly play the block like the Twin Towers Made it back from Twin City in like ten hours Moving like I'm Asian with these dead flowers Make it rain on your head, we giving lead showers No cap, really sold dope my whole life Muddy dead, then we poured out the whole pint Brodie touch them up North, he a mobile We're serving dopey and them seven dwarves snow-white 25 for the Percocet, I been on Vic's Know we gon' turn left when everybody go right Pig pen status with the hogs and the low life Free all my seven-mile dawgs, screaming for life Bro coming home, I pray everything go right Tote sticks with the blue beams and them glow lights Fully paid, dreadly hitting off the strobe light See the pain, Plain Jane prezzy no ice (yeah, yeah) Got the white gold day just with the jubilee band When Scully died, I wanted guns, like two in each hand I'm conflicted You picked up those sticks, we finna risk it Blood in my eyes, it's enemies in the distance Product ain't the root of the problem when I don't care much We out here in Maui while you're looking for your earmuffs Niggas get scared when the feds want a bear hug Drop it on the sc-sc-scale, mate If we both sell weight and we both doing great We ain't got to compete, we can call it a scale, mate Bruno come with the Kill Tek and all hell break I'm making sales off the scale phone A smart nigga keep his elbows docked in his Skel bow My bag shaking at a Richter scale Bro Scale with your eyes Scale is compulsory, motherfucker I become a husler...