Harry Fraud - 2 Dope Boys lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: KRivers] Got my eyes on the money, I don't see the fame Every bar fire I don't need a flame Shrooms got a n***a higher than Aaliyah's plane The 45 got a laser I don't need to aim Haze blazin, big spliffs like Jamaicans With my main b**h, stiff dick got her shaking Money rollin in my n***a the stats raising And my eyes so low they thinking I'm half Asian My squad stuck up, the ounce cost me 350 Connect in Cali and my b**h from the West Indies We take ports to the face And we neck Henny Young dirty muf**a that's the west in me Pimp sh** new loafers with the cut f** it we in Taffy's grab a soda and a Dutch Hands around the game, f**in cobra with the clutch And the weed on me smell the odor from the jump The rap sh** light but the papers gettin heavy Over northside gettin pizza from the Getty Moneys been the motive we gone keep it comin steady Reppin UMG until the reaper come and get me Welcome to the ark, get ya ciggy dipped in Betty Go crazy for the spinach turn ya brains into spaghetti My b**h make it rain like Katrina with the levies You know a n***a nasty I don't like it less it's messy [Verse 2: Aris Sparks] Could of been in jail, one wrong right turn, ya lifes burned My oldheads in the street make in one week, what my lifes earned So what that mean, well I could of been a coke boy Instead I rather mix these lines and keys, call me a dope boy I grew up in the church boy, but never really got it Got closer to Jah I pray to God and pray to Gaudy I'm just tryna keep the peace you can call me young Ghandi This morning I ain't wake up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a hottie wit a model body On Instagrams across across the globe ya girl like paparazzi And I just smile for the cam cuz who gon stop me Not a Got damn one of ya, I'm going Kamikaze In the beemer, rolling reefer, I am a still a n***a Play cloths doing work, sh** go figure Walk in the stu at 10 and probably pulling out at 7 Then we shoot a video, without a budget present Get on stages and the crowd already two steppin Its for my city you won't find another n***a reppin Harder than me, you looking at a starter to be While all ya flows sound like carter to me Could of been a trashman, I mean you still can Cuz all yall spit is trashman, f** around and pretend And since yall into lying bout the strip, and lying up on ya dick Switch my genre to the truth, but i dont think its gon stick On a tangent requiem for a dream I was sent here to tell you, everything ain't what it seem For that I C E C.R.E.A.M., n***as dying on the streets And on the track nah mean, run it back nah mean