Dope House Jumpin’

[Intro Hook]
Overtime in the street, overtime in the street
All work no play, all work no play..
Overtime in the street, overtime in the street
Overtime trapping
While y’all niggas napping
Get in my way and overtime trapping
While y’all niggas napping
Get in my way and them triggers is clapping
Them triggers is clapping

[Verse 1]
Jim crowd in the south ghetto’d in the north
It got worse wit that “Contra caine” from Oliver North
I'm pushing Coca-Cola..
Like "Papa John" Priziola
This block 400°.. but this ain’t the “Nolia”
Detroit police is lurking..
But I ain’t gon' stop working
Pretty face big booty but I ain't buying her a Birkin..
Unless she prove that she down for me..
Crotch this dope and go out of town for me
Finesse savage.. yeah, I’m a old school muther fucker
Gentleman gangster like “Big Frank Nitti Usher”
My bag got bigger.. so now I can bag her
Have my way wit' her face like ghetto gaggers
I sell crack, pills, heroin and marijuana
I go to la fitness just to sit in the steam room and sauna
N.O.I. stopping traffic selling fruit and final call..
That’s what I should be doing, but right now I'm trying to ball

[Hook] [2x]
Dope house jumping.. the trap stay slapping
My products is pumping.. the spot boom bapping
We sleep but we woke, nigga no napping
Careful on them Metro's detectives be tapping

[Verse 2]
Yeah I know better.. but I still sell dope
Urban black male struggle.. Feeling like it's no hope
I choose this life.. but how much of a choice did I really have
Thing don't add up.. the math don’t math
My mother chose a man who was absolute trash
I’m running from my problems, chasing this cash
Didn’t have a father.. no older brother neither
My mama had a brother, but he wasn't there for me either
When GM catches a cold.. Detroit gets pneumonia
No jobs, just mobs and its cash on them corners
Kush for the weed heads and Vicodin® for the pill poppers
I’m the great grandson of a Black sharecropper
I got stripper getting coke on their way to the strip club
$1's, $5's, $10's, $20's.. add that shit up
My heart been cold... since 1983
Drop salt on my name, but you can't hurt me

[Hook] [2x]
Dope house jumping.. the trap stay slapping
My products is pumping.. the spot boom bapping
We sleep but we woke, nigga no napping
Careful on them Metro's detectives be tapping