Dolph Speaks

The same young nigga that moved motherfuckin mom and dad out the hood, nigga
Out the motherfuckin hood, nigga
To a motherfuckin crib with a big kitchen nigga, a big living room, [?] and all this shit, nigga
We came from shit, nigga
That's me nigga, I did that
No rap money, nigga
You smell that?
I'm the same young nigga
Come through the motherfuckin hood
Running from the motherfuckin police in that stupid ass Coope, nigga
You smell me?
I'm the same young nigga
Pop up in the motherfuckin cafateria
Counting a motherfuckin band
In front of the lunch line in high school
You smell me?
I'm the same motherfuckin nigga
That when I fucked up and dropped my first CD
Bullshit, I pressed out 20,000 coppys
Gave them motherfuckers away
Deep off this shit
Got these niggas mad
You feel me?
Well guess what?
I don't give a fuck about these pussys
You smell me?
Real recognise real
Money respect money
Dolph don't respect [?]
Shout out to the west coast, shout out to the east coast, shout out to the whole damb south, nigga
Texas, Florida, Mississippi
[?] Alabama, all this shit, the midwest, I can't even say all of y'all
Shout out to all of y'all out there for rocking with the kid
The illest nigga in this shit
Nigga I am Blue Magic, nigga
Come on, man
Tim Gates, what's poppin?
Daddy-O, what's poppin, man?