Letra de Dopeboy

[Intro]
Ay, turn me up a little bit
I always wanted to say that shit
Yo

[Verse 1]
The clock gone tick whether you watch it or not
My grandpop got sick, feel like I'm watching him die
That nigga taught me a lot, that nigga been wrong the block
Back when them cowards tied a rope around ya neck in a knot
Way before a fucking Snapchat could show you how I'm living
Before a fucking clapback was how niggas got even
Now all this shit deceiving, yo president is feeble
And weed is getting legal but they still ain't freed my people
All on TV hella gleeful yet they turning us to skeletons
Then they think we arrogant cause there is no comparison
A man with some melanin is obviously threatening
And you need you some medicine if you think that you better than, Damez
But I be in my element, you copy and it's evident
That you wanna be relevant, please
My rareness showing
Niggas wanna look like Damez but they hair ain't growing
My snare be blowing, switching lanes on 285
NIggas judging so I gotta keep the tool on my side
Return to sender, and motherfuck yo implementation
You call it an agenda but I call it representation, nigga

[Hook] (x2)
Pushing pens on paper and flipping trouble to songs
Serving bars by nature before I bubble the bong
Bagging sacks of doubts, my list of struggles be long
I took alternative routes to get to where I belong

[Bridge]
I'm just a dopeboy, selling dope boy
And Ima dopeboy, you know I'm dope boy
Dopeboy, smoking dope boy
You know I'm dope boy, hella dope boy

[Verse 2]
I got dreams to chase, got happiness to pursue
Up on a billboard, guess I'm a black student recruit
A nigga been to war and back so when you see me salute
And Damez got the best pack and I don't hear a dispute
Yeah my dope is my melodies in case you need some clarity
Ain't no similarities, you shook by my dexterity
I write so sincerely, for me this shit is therapy
And yo life is a parody if you voted for Trump
My shit gone hit the streets whether by streams or sale
And Ima keep hustling cause I never dreamed to fail
On the grind every day, ain't no time for sleep
And my ink gets low, as my thoughts get deep
And yo talk is cheap, if it ain't about the paper
Ugly niggas blind hating, Ima see ya later
Drop some motherfucking heat, then re-up again
Music's all I fucking need in this life of sin

[Hook] (x2)
Pushing pens on paper and flipping trouble to songs
Serving bars by nature before I bubble the bong
Bagging sacks of doubts, my list of struggles be long
I took alternative routes to get to where I belong

[Bridge 2]
I'm just a dopeboy, selling dope boy
I'm hella dope boy, you know I'm dope boy (Damez)
Dopeboy, smoke hella dope boy
Dopeboy, you know I'm dope boy

Music's all I fucking need in this life of sin
(But I'm just a hustler)
Drop some motherfucking heat, then re-up again
Music's all I fucking need in this life of sin
(But I'm just a hustler)

Ay fuck Trump
Lil punk ass, orange ass nigga

[Outro: Grandma's voicemail]