Said he love his city it's a dope trap
Dirty money off of pimpin out them dope rats
If she trippin leave her stranded with no dope sack
Bad b**hes running b**hes what you know Jack?
Nothing
See no evil you ain't tripping bout it
You ain't lived it so you really don't know sh** about it
Picture this, a really picture perfect island
Plastic bottle full of needles waiting on you to find it
Any way them fiends yeah they still gonna buy
Might as well make it legal
f** it just let em die
But until then where the money at let's get it
I'm back back in the dope trap with a knapsack full of pigeons
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That money dirty imma clean it up
With the dope that I got I did the opposite
They gon' buy it I'm gon' sell it I don't give a f**
But I am trying to find a way to go legit
You don't understand me but I didn't ask for that
You can call me but I ain't gonna answer that
You can ask them Questions but I ain't gonna answer back
If I do it's going to be questions you can answer that
[Chorus]