[Intro: Lil B]
Hey, b**h, who sells c**aine?
You selling rocks, n***a?
I got a little c**aine
Boy, you in school! Why, why you selling d** in school, man? You're in college!
I want to make a little money
What?! Man, you better wait this sh** out, man; get your education
I want to sell crack like -- I wanna be... I wanna be Scarface!
[Verse 1]
I hit a n***a fast with the red beam
Riding downtown in the limousines
I'm thinking about knocking a couple n***as off
Whoadie playing games with the f**ing boss
Whoadie don't know I sell keys
Keys open doors; call me Pusha T
Brodie facin' fed time
He f**in' with me, that b**h gotta die
I want to find out who made the crack
Who run the meth labs, who gon' say that? (Gon' say that?)
Who keeps serving bags with that f**ing powder
Ain't no shortage, I'm talking every hour
Tryna come up; brodie won't front none (None)
So how I'm gon' bubble up? (Bubble up)
Life is rough; I won't cry still
Bagging dope up, asking god "Will
He put me up, and put that away?"
I swear to God, man, I ain't trying to sell no keys today
My rent due today, how I'm gon' pay?
I got a felony. What they got for me? (I don't know)
They say I can't get a job because I'm worthless (Why?)
But if I ain't helping no community then I ain't workin' (Gotta go)
Gon' rock on 'em if I ain't workin' (Gotta go)
Finna rock on 'em with that black mask and leave them jerkin'
[Bridge 1]
Wonder who cooked the crack
Mr. Dopeman, can you tell me that?
I wonder who bagged the dope
Mr. Dopeman, who is my ho?
Who baggin' up keys?
Mr. Dopeman, won't you tell me, please?
Why you k**in' all these folks?
Mr. Dopeman, I am the ho
[Verse 2]
Riding up with keys on the front line
Brodie saying I'm facin' fed time
But I can't really give no sh**s
If I ain't makin' no money I out'chea hittin' piss
And why them boys hatin' on me?
I ain't making no money, n***as hatin' on me
Finna push that front line
Already know, n***a, one time
Still pushing dope still
Rocking up with them blue pills
Everybody know I got it
Selling off that motherf**ing weed
Everybody know I flip that quarter pack
I flip that quarter pack, where it's at
I flip that quarter pack, I flip that motherf**er like "where it's at"
[Outro]
Flexing all these keys today
Made me who I am in that bad way
Mr. Dopeman, can you ask me
Where them keys at? Where them doors at?
Where them keys at? Where them doors at?
Where them keys at? Where them doors at?
Where them keys at? Can you tell me that?
I gotta go!
I gotta go!
I gotta go!