Isaiah G - Dopeness lyrics

[Produced by Aaron Deux] [Art By OgDocc] [Intro] Clap ya motherf**ing hands if you dope Break them motherf**ing stands if you dope Jump up out them f**ing bands if you dope Rip the papers to them motherf**ing plans cause we dope, I SAY! [Chorus] n***as that's hopeless, I'ma make my dopeness Y'all blow some roaches, I'ma make my dopeness Dope is my focus, I'ma make my dopeness I never smoke this, but I make my dopeness x2 [Verse 1: Isaiah G] I'm super clean like I'm bleaching white flowers I'm making an addict strong, yo it's hiiipower My rap euphoria's about, to begin And the microphone's recording as I'm shooting up the syringe In my, veins, I'm on a binge while I train These endorphins to penetrate, an inch in my brain No restrain, from the inhibitions giving me them constraints And I'ma release it up on this young track and I never be getting them f**ing complaints And then now I'ma plank, I'm balancing my self with this LSD Cause my lyrics with all of these, can give you all a guarantee And apparently, it's in the air and see we carelessly just can fly The government making this dope so illegal and all of their reasoning just a lie Name the dope that we overdosing up on every day and then we die Name the times this sh** has happened in the city or the chi n***a why?!, We chronically be f**ing chiefing it up on the usual So we gon' witness how my flow and lyrics gon' have this rap making it so constitutional, YAWP! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Aaron Deux] (Inhale) That cannabis, smoke till you are cancerous Get higher than Ironman we blazing like Portland decend of runaways Just another day in my life, got some homies on the corner that be selling white And thats fortified for a quarter leave foreign fortune forums shorten from boredom playing organs they're in postmortem They OD'ing off that leaning n***as be overly scheming What's is the meaning no intervening playing this out like a screening Sitting sideways on a couple bad days, rolling up hay got horses at bay Watching dropping options in pocket I'm Sanchez better mark your target I swear these psychedelics are siking my psyche And I'm off that whitey, while I'm seeing double like siamese Gotta mac in the back of the Lac I'mma Mack in the back of the Lac getting head thats a ma**ive attack everybody wanna pa** on the dap unless theres a doobie in the back I'm talking dope on a scale, dope on a scale I'm chopping all these beats why she blowing me well Say what! [Chorus]