[Verse 1: Ish Darr]
The ish Just stepped in
They asked , why he k** beats
They say thats just him
Matter fact he gotta brother
n***as look like twins
Together they raise hell
Dont upset them
I'm the coolest and you knew this
Little n***a be the rudest
Temptation is a b**h
So i look out for all the Judiths
On the road to the riches
Dodging the n***a Judas
Even your close ones
A do you in like the n***a Brutus
Im that go getta
Dough flipper, clothe switcher
Cold n***a
Prolly TYB if you riding
Ya flow bitter
Bitten , cause you been biting
Off what you hear, with ya ear
Like Tyson
Illuminati they eyeing
These young black tyrants
He fly, like Eli's
Pig skin to a giant
All this excitement
Cause J dropped his hyphen
Yall get a piece of his check?
Aww iight then
[Hook]
Dime bags Nickle Dope sh**2 x3
Got them higher then the pope
On that dope sh**
Dime bags Nickle Dope sh**2 x3
Never get high on your own supply
[Verse 2: Boodah Darr]
Dope sh**, oh sh**, stay a float sh**
Sentimental, on some realest sh**, I ever wrote sh**
k** his album, drop it in the bottom of the ocean
His girl yell my name like promotion, now im soaking
In her bathtub, get the rubber ducky and a loufa
Beads round my neck like Mansa Musa, im so elusive
You hear them drums n***a, you hear that baseline
Mac with me, I ain't talking apple wen we face time
Game time, court side, while im balling, sh** is awesome
Black gloves, black mask, gold tec, black coffin
Dropping bombs like im in iraq, prayers go to Boston
Beat him like M.Bison, then we rolling up that Blanka
Running them over like a Tonka, supersonic, getting that tail
I can tell, you n***as ain't real, just by the way that you carry your self
We so Ill, dope sh** falling from our bottom lip
Nappy headed pharaoh, what I look like using a pick?
[Hook]
Dime bags Nickle Dope sh**2 x3
Got them higher then the pope
On that dope sh**
Dime bags Nickle Dope sh**2 x3
Never get high on your own supply