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Ray Bop
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Aut.Mat.C
Hook
When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spitting?, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, ?I don't tote no guns, I'm about my ones?, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, ?Got skills, got krills, mixed all in one?, Real recognise real, where you know me from? ?Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have it?, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automatic??.
Verse 1
Let me get mine first, my mind hurts, soon as the nine burst, ?Experimenting on who could rhyme worst, ?Got it forever, you got next? Whatever? I pop shit, for cheddar, my pockets?, Berreta, Betta to have your grind show you put in work?, They gon' think these jewels grew out o' my shirt, ?Dope rules everything around me?, The pot is getting heavy, I'm dropping this verse?, Rocking some raw ish, like I got me some work?, Far as spitting raw go, I feel I just copped me some work?, That diesel in they arms got 'em acting berserk, ?And I ain't holding arms, I'm just dropping this verse?, Hu! Fuck the world on a pill trick, ?And I'm never falling off, not a lil 'bit?, Flow potent everyone will quote this, ?Now let's get this bread in the name of dopeness.
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?Hook
When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spitting?, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, ?I don't tote no guns, I'm about my ones?, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, ?Got skills, got krills, mixed all in one?, Real recognise real, where you know me from? ?Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have it?, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automatic??.
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Verse 2
Smell of sour on my clothes, ashing weed up on my foes?, Success to me is fucking an Amber Rose in a Rose?, With some Ice so froze, cuz this world so... Cold!? I'm a G that's 'bout my O's,?Peep the mission statement as I'm lacing up my Taylors?, Screaming 'Fuck the haters!', let 'em catch the vapors?, Baby I know that them other nikkas fake but, ?I'm busy killing shit, get this shit traced up, ?If they getting out of line, tell them nikkas Shape Up! ?Like a runny nose, I'm after paper, ?Getcha-getcha cake up, this, is?, That real dope shit dreams are made of, ?Pay attention hope you have money saved up, ?cause it will cost you a fortune when I spit awesome, ?Look at how I dress, peep the shit that I'm endorsing, ?Outfit looking like I'm chilling in the coffin??.
Hook
When the dope is in the system, peep the way I'm spitting?, Cash Hungry Government, that's what they be yelling, ?I don't tote no guns, I'm about my ones?, Tryna count my papah, 'till my fingers numb, ?Got skills, got krills, mixed all in one?, Real recognise real, where you know me from? ?Hu!?, I gotta get it, I gotta have it?, I'm moving fast, my grind on Automatic??.
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