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 [Chorus] 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]