Lil B - Mr. Dopeman lyrics

[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!