A song with a meaning deeper than the surface, D.O.P.E. is a triple threat about OJ’s struggles, his life dealing with cocaine (the dope) and OJ just feeling himself. This is yet another song where OJ brings substance to the table as opposed to lyricism.
[Verse 1]
Let me start this shit off like this here
Back when I used to shake cookie Pooh Bear
Knock knock at the door, nigga who's there?
Best friend Blockbeater in a wheelchair
Nigga died young, early chances with death
Save no nigga, better save yourself
Learned this shit way back in the game
Never help a nigga that don't need no help
Smoking up the gas, same color as a elf
Had to go indie, label put me on the shelf
Standing in the kitchen like Beni, he a chef
Hit it with the wrist game, soda on the shelf
Keep the yay up, I'm the number one champ
Fish scale work, yeah it's coming with a stamp
Came a long way from momma getting food stamps
Got my momma a house first, nigga what ya saying?
Never played 'round on the playground
Young nigga just tryna stay down
Came up, candy paint came down
Never had a smile, got me walking with a frown
Niggas grew up with me always talking down
Them the same niggas tried to give a nigga pound
Salt shaker to the game baby, watch these niggas 'cause you know they watered down
[Hook] (3x)
Dope, all I spit is dope
When I paint this picture, best believe I'm cooking dope
Dope, my whole life is dope
When it come to stoves, I can cook it by the O's
[Verse 2]
Started off back when I was 15
Young nigga never had hoop dreams
Went from the mailbox, bus stop trapping
Young nigga just had million dollar dreams
[?] then I learned to cook clean
Staying in the trap, working like a machine
Smoking up the gas while I'm drinking up the lean
Remember those days when a nigga had beans
Bouldercest [?] man, nigga [?]
Had a .40 Caliber but that was bitch was cheap
Never went to school, nigga trapping in the streets
All I ever wanted was jacks and gold teeth
Remember poor boy days when I was sleeping on the streets
Tryna make a dollar 'cause the Crest went to sleep
Ran from 12, had to use my feet
Remember we caught Raphael beating his meat
[Hook] (3x)
Dope, all I spit is dope
When I paint this picture, best believe I'm cooking dope
Dope, my whole life is dope
When it come to stoves, I can cook it by the O's
D.O.P.E. was written by OJ da Juiceman.
OJ da Juiceman released D.O.P.E. on Mon May 04 2015.