Dope Game - The Jacka

They say we look like we pushin' work

How I just push up on every turf

Swoop my niggs, twist kush in every blunt

It ain’t fair, so I give away the crumbs

That’s a zip or two, every time I come around

I’m a real playa fuckin' off a 100 thou

Cause we real, 30 shots up in the crowd

So sick, even make the haters proud

We the shit, clap you if ya gettin' loud

Feel like the 80's babies time to hold it down

Got my gun, shootin' for the damn stars

Hit the streets, & try to kick us out tomorrow

It’s the future, in the hood it’s stupid hard

See the block, dope boys everywhere

Damn it’s hot, I don’t think I ever cared

Me & Amp, finna lock another year

Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy

In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady

Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block

In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop

Coonin on you niggas, yeah the block stockbroker

Devilz rejectz it’s the mobb bitch we takin over

I’m a boss & it’s family first

If it’s beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka

I count money, while you watchin' your girlfriend

Look in through my sons eyes watchin' the world spin

My moms died, my whole world ended

Smack my girl every night, cause I’m tormented

I wanted to be a rapper, I sold my first piece of crack

Nigga I’m a trapper drug dealer stuck in the Ak

Most niggas actors, faint if they see a Mac

Nigga just got life, my cousin ain’t comin back

I’m lookin at life, through Cardier lenses

You can have my soul, just give me back my friends

I thought when the money came that I’ll be happy

But the money changed how the world thought about my family

I went from Anthony, to a Devilz Reject

In the ghetto with my metal, lookin' for the detects

I ride around, with 3 tecs

Tryna knock a nigga down, hopin' I don’t be next

Listen, all bite no bark doggie

Light some catpiss up get the car foggy

Up high in the sky blowin' clouds out

Chicks cheerleadin' like we holdin' tryouts

That G shit that’s what them guys 'bout

Cannons under the cusions of the couches at my hideout

Money hidden in the mattress, cakes in the oven

Bakin' with the timer, just wait for the buzzer

Used to be a grinder bundle full of dubba dubbas

Back in the days my uncle & them called em hubbas

Mid 90's, we was in the hood burnin' rubber

You was in the house watchin' New York undercover

When them shots rang out you put your head undercover

If you get caught up you’d probably tell the feds on a brotha

I was brought up, to be about my bread mothafucka

Art of a gunslinger goin' hard at my hustle

Yeah, dopegame baby, cocaine crazy

In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady

Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block

In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop

Coonin on you niggas, yeah the block stockbroker

Devilz rejectz it’s the mobb bitch we takin over

I’m a boss & it’s family first

If it’s beef we hit ya family first, mothafucka