Dopeman Heaven

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown] Found a spot, now the shop set up Young and dumb, you can't tell us nothin', ain't no discussion That temptation gotta servin', David Ruffin Tryna cop that new thang on a [?] What's up then? Only leave for blunts and cigarettes Ain't showered in days, I can't care less The life we chose, where friend become foes The spot up the street, we steppin' on toes Them niggas want beef, well let's go Ain't tryna steal clientele, they custos Eighth of that hard shit, and 8-balls Broke one down, fifteen stones Busting out the 12-12s, ain't hard to tell Every month we chipped in, five homies in jail [Chorus: Danny Brown] Pop bottles like we won Game 7 Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven Was so fucked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate [Verse 2: Fat Ray] I gotta admit that back then I was reckless Runnin' with some niggas that was takin' yo' necklace Runnin' with some niggas that'll eat you for breakfast It all boiled down to a zip of cat piss So nigga, miss me with that rap shit Outside, tryna make a circle, do a backflip Topside, got yo' Unc' baby on the blacklist Young bull, tuck that 380 in the mattress Dopeman tryna squeeze water out a cactus Niggas stretched all four quarters, no practice Show 'em how to fill a hundred orders, no napkins Went from rollin' nicks on the Sonic Six To middle-mannin' splits, money-makin' Mitch Monkey on his back, got him shooting dog in his dick Pinching out the pack, got him puttin' paws on his bitch Sittin' in the max, got my lil' dog out his shit [Chorus: Danny Brown] Pop bottles like we won Game 7 Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven Was so fucked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate