Dopefiend

[Intro]
They can tell by your reading level
How many beds they gone need in the prison

[Chorus]
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dopeboy, Dopeboy He got turnt to Dopefiend
Poppin’ them Xans
Selling dem’ nicks for real
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dopeboy, Dopeboy I got turnt to Dopefiend
Selling dem’ nicks for real
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Trappin in apartments
Serving out a window
Runnin' with the draco on him
Jits Let the hammer go
Late night dumb late
Fiends up Dumb late
Project courts lit
Burn one shoot Js
Scars on body
Straight from the mud
I’m straight out the pain
Got pain on my body
Ride through the hood ain’t nothing exotic
I see demons lurking
I see children growing fast
Dreams dying young
I swear we don’t even last
Poor folk
More smoke
And they medicating
You been drowning in the pain
That's why they medicating
Onion got em staking
Paranoid they pull up stain ya
Paranoid they pull up stain ya yeah

[Chorus]
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dopeboy, Dopeboy He got turnt to Dopefiend
Poppin’ them Xans
Selling dem’ nicks for real
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dopeboy, Dopeboy I got turnt to Dopefiend
Selling dem’ nicks for real
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Devil running down on ya
Gang running down on ya
12 running down on ya
Devil running down on us
You don’t wanna serve no more
So why you servin'
You know that lil money ain’t worth
The time they serving
Started with some Reggie
Then he got some louder
Then the Percocets
He ain’t never touch the powder
Promethazine Prescription
Mixing it the Ac
Poppin’ dem jiggas
Sleeping at his momma house
Playing that Madden on his momma couch (yeah)
I see you on ya paper route (yeah, yeah)
If you receive it… then this a better route (yeah)
My people perish with the lack of vision
My people perish with the lack of vision

[Chorus]
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dopeboy, Dopeboy He got turnt to Dopefiend
Poppin’ them Xans
Selling dem’ nicks for real
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend
Dopeboy, Dopeboy I got turnt to Dopefiend
Selling dem’ nicks for real
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Changing the way that we eat for real
Changing how you live for real
Put the drug down for real
Change how u live or u gone get killed for real
Let God in your heart back in the crib for real
You can’t live without him
Can’t survive without him
So what you doing
You gone get murked out here so what you doing
Play till the movie to the end or change you life young king