The Jacka - Dope Game lyrics

[The Jacka] They say we look like we pushin' work How I just push up on every turf Swoop my n**s, twist kush in every blunt It ain't fair, so I give away the crumbs That's a zip or two, every time I come around I'm a real playa f**in' off a 100 thou Cause we real, 30 shots up in the crowd So sick, even make the haters proud We the sh**, clap you if ya gettin' loud Feel like the 80's babies time to hold it down Got my gun, shootin' for the damn stars Hit the streets, & try to kick us out tomorrow It's the future, in the hood it's stupid hard See the block, dope boys everywhere Damn it's hot, I don't think I ever cared Me & Amp, finna lock another year [Chorus: Young Bossi] Yeah, dopegame baby, c**aine crazy In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop Coonin on you n***as, yeah the block stockbroker Devilz rejectz it's the mobb b**h we takin over I'm a boss & it's family first If it's beef we hit ya family first, mothaf**a [Ampichino] I count money, while you watchin' your girlfriend Look in through my sons eyes watchin' the world spin My moms died, my whole world ended Smack my girl every night, cause I'm tormented I wanted to be a rapper, I sold my first piece of crack n***a I'm a trapper drug dealer stuck in the Ak Most n***as actors, faint if they see a Mac n***a just got life, my cousin ain't comin back I'm lookin at life, through Cardier lenses You can have my soul, just give me back my friends I thought when the money came that I'll be happy But the money changed how the world thought about my family I went from Anthony, to a Devilz Reject In the ghetto with my metal, lookin' for the detects I ride around, with 3 tecs Tryna knock a n***a down, hopin' I don't be next [Chorus] [Verse 3: Dubb 20] Listen, all bite no bark doggie Light some catpiss up get the car foggy Up high in the sky blowin' clouds out Chicks cheerleadin' like we holdin' tryouts That G sh** that's what them guys 'bout Cannons under the cusions of the couches at my hideout Money hidden in the mattress, cakes in the oven Bakin' with the timer, just wait for the buzzer Used to be a grinder bundle full of dubba dubbas Back in the days my uncle & them called em hubbas Mid 90's, we was in the hood burnin' rubber You was in the house watchin' New York undercover When them shots rang out you put your head undercover If you get caught up you'd probably tell the feds on a brotha I was brought up, to be about my bread mothaf**a Art of a gunslinger goin' hard at my hustle [Chorus] Yeah, dopegame baby, c**aine crazy In the traphouse with the chop & ya lady Yeah, we came a long way from standin on the block In the kitchen whippin rock, to sittin in the drop Coonin on you n***as, yeah the block stockbroker Devilz rejectz it's the mobb b**h we takin over I'm a boss & it's family first If it's beef we hit ya family first, mothaf**a