Naj isDope - Dope Dealer lyrics

[Hook] What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed? I've been afflicted By not one, not two, but all three [Verse 1] Cold world, Make a pretty woman feel Empty inside when we thinking that They full of it Life twisted, no love Get sold d** so pain will subside From the issues she dealing with When I met her she was pure goodie two shoes Always in first place No line, new shoes Who knew, I would have her with red eyes True blues, all up in the mix Straight purp doobs fool First hit sh** was lit though Couple strokes, stop, ask if she high Then get low To be honest, she ain't know what she was in for Automatic bond on time More than the kinfolk But it's something 'bout a drug That get you high but take you low When you overuse it Like it's something 'bout an opportunity you failed to grasp Like when a pa** is thrown, Over pursued it damn [Hook] What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed? I've been afflicted By not one,not two, but all three She's got the same thing About me, but more, about us She's coming over So I guess,that means Guess that means I'm her Dope dealer [Verse 2] Separate for a while You think you moved on Acted like you was good Knew it was too long Just know it was never my intention to do wrong That's what I know That influence was too strong For a young n***a Tryna get his chess game up To grow up out the spot You gotta keep ya vest game up So I gave you the dope To benefit my own wants In exchange for ya hope Now withdrawal kicking in Situation ain't improve Need a break? Need a space? You missing something That's true? True? Come ride with me Fly with me Be the one that's ready to try for me Lie for me Said I always brought out the wild side Of course An Addictive relationship is a wild ride Just needed balance and a clear mind Now that we got that I'm just hoping we share time [Hook] [Verse 3] Can't escape the feeling God willing I'll marry her I saw her heart chilling I would pick her up Can't collapse, I'm her ceiling So when sh** get rough And the feelings we concealing Had us giving up The crave came, the wave came Non-American league type I'm Playing the brave game Ask myself, "What if she don't want the same fame?" I ain't chasing it Man I just wanna rap to maintain And of course stay on course to floss The four door Porsche is yours No loss no cost That's that dope sh** Who gon do you better? Any weather through the drought Who gon get you wetter? [Hook]