Pure Dope

LAURANCE SCOTT, MASON SCHNAUDER, RAMON HODGES, ROGER GUERIN, TRAVOND DURHAM, YANNIS KISSINGER

I ain't really trippin' off this shit that I–
I found myself not winning then 'cause–
In the end, I double back
Still got a dub and, anyway
(Numbaone, you blessed this)

I bet I can drive that
Foreign with my eyes closed (Skrrt)
Where we goin'? When we leave? Only God knows
Look to the sky, I pray for better days
We all gotta die and lay up
In that bed we made
I'm tryna make it out alive
But this life a maze knew it was fake love
So you see I ain't amazed
Sometimes, I hate whеn people fuck with me
I gеt in a rage
You ain't tryna read about my life
So you should turn the page

Turning my back and let me trust
You was my biggest mistake
I should take all of my feelings and
Throw 'em all in the lake
Sometimes you gotta get it out the mud
You get what you take
And I can't even eat when I
Got a lot on my plate
(Got a lot on my plate, oh)

Yeah, told my brothers that we thuggin'
Until the day we're gone (yeah)
I just poured a four inside this cup
'cause all the weed gone (Let's go)
Hundred K in fashion
Can't compare me to no peon (yeah)
She just wan' fuck me 'cause my chain and
That's the type of bitch we pee on
Tell these niggas "Get up off my dick
Can't you see mine?"
Big Glock with a beam on
I've been on my demon (yeah)
People be telling me that I am your
Brother, I know that I'm not, yeah
You just wan' use me for my
Fame to get to the top, yeah
I get more ice, I get more
Paper whenever I drop, yeah, yeah
'Cause the grind don't stop
(yeah) , no the grind don't stop (yeah)
Made a way to the top (yeah)
I'm starting at the bottom
Don't wan' talk to me 'bout no struggles
I know all about 'em

I bet I can drive that
Foreign with my eyes closed (Skrrt)
Where we goin'? When we leave? Only God knows
Look to the sky, I pray for better days
We all gotta die and lay up
In that bed we made
I'm tryna make it out alive
But this life a maze knew it was fake love
So you see I ain't amazed
Sometimes, I hate when people fuck with me
I get in a rage
You ain't tryna read about my life
So you should turn the page

I bet I can touch this
Heroin with my eyes closed (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Been up for days, catchin'
Plays with no sleep, no
(Uh, uh, uh)
They keep knocking on this door
This trap never close (Uh)
Gym socks and white tees, no designer clothes
(Uh, uh) turn up with my ex
I'm still fuckin' with my last (Uh, uh)
I'm off Adderalls and X, Meechy Baby
Know I'm full of dope
I ain't doin' no stress, 'fore I go broke
I'll come and kick your door
You know that I stretch fentanyl
Ain't no pure dope no, ain't no pure dope

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