Rap Told Me

(Intro)
(yeah)
(Arney Palmer On The Track)
(Uh)
(Real niggas do real things)

(Verse)
I told my nigga Willy if he open the door I'm killing everything
Cuz we really come from everywhere you never be
Just slidin through the block brings back traumatizing memories (rest in peace)
Thinkin' bout the dead homies and they history
Hugged my nigga mama she tell me go get what's meant for me
She could tell how bad I needed that energy
I see the fake smiles when I pull up, envious auras (fuck em')
From those complacent of living dormant
Got no time to play with you niggas
Trick me out my spot, I have to spray at you niggas
Get caught up in another litigation case for you niggas
It's best I stay away from you niggas, tunnel vision, make a way for you niggas

I'm rooting for you black man
So why you wanna clip my wings
Just let me fly, or, let me die
I know you hurtin, now peep the rescue signs
That's why I never gave up on us (nah)
Cuz you was ready to ride when them niggas had the ups on us (skrrt!)
Just this petty way of livin' ain't enough for us

They say keys open doors
So it's ironic it's the same thing that got us locked in cages
Social media pages, got us boxed inside the matrix
Treat our women like bitches and the bitches gettin' famous
Where your brain at?
The definition of insanity is expecting a different result from doing the same shit
Don't listen to these rappers
If slavery a choice why in 2018 they still beggin' for they masters
Shit is backwards
Attack of the trap rappers, the lumberjack to mumble rap
Soon as you pull off the lot it looses half of its value nigga
So tell me, where your money at?
Before I started rapping saw a hundred racks
Only goal for the day was survival and sell an onion pack
Until I asked why it is what it is, I was sleep but had open eyelids
They say America the land of opportunity
Only if you white and male
So don't judge me as I write from jail (uh)

(Hook)
Rap told me how to sell dope
Rap told me how to sell dope, uh
Rap told me how to sell dope, nigga
Make money, nigga, make money money money
Make money, nigga, make money money money
Take money if it ain't money money money
Rap told me how to sell dope, on God

(Verse 2)
Yeah, I'm thanking God for this pain
All these trials and tribulations take a look what it made
Drag my name through the mud, I arose without a stain
I'm from the dirt, a little rain, til the dust Dubb-O the game
Would preach about the state of the music, but I refrain
Cuz they can't fathom lyrics without a phantom, drako and Drake, what you gon' do
With a nigga without nothing to lose, and a whole lotta something to prove
Ya'll in trouble
We got a problem, Houston come on the double
These rappers just way too pussy to fuck with Dubb-O
Give a fuck how good you can twerk, let's do the hustle
Lay naked on a bed of money, talk and cuddle, give my all
Blood, sweat, tears, can talk a puddle
They lyin factors, the contractor, turn up like the rubble
I'm as far as terrific goes, let's get it though
The clip and chrome, flip em like reciprocals, Olympic gold
I'm at the top of the podium, I
Raise the pressure on niggas for dropping sodium, my
First job was cocaine and opium, cuz
The neighborhood mall would not employ him, no
I had to grind with them clips for real
With them Crips for real
Young nigga babyface but had that whip appeal
Turned one into two, like walacazoo
Would die for what I believe in, how bout you?
Let's go

Let's go
Would die for what I believe in, how bout you?

(Outro)
Rap told me how to sell dope
Rap told me how to sell dope, uh
Rap told me how to sell dope, nigga
Rap told me how to sell dope, nigga

Make money, nigga, make money money money
Make money, nigga, make money money money
Take money if it ain't money money money
Rap told me how to sell dope, on God