Son of the Dope Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Count that money, man Count that fuckin' money, man More fire, more fire, more fire (My mother) More fire, more fire, more fire More fire, more fire, more fire (Keep it burnin') More fire, more fire, more fire ([?], yeah) [Chorus] I'm the son of the dope man, the dope man (Bro) My daddy sold motherfuckin' cocaine (Bro) My momma cooked blow man, blow man My momma cooked motherfuckin' cocaine (My mother) I'm the son of the dopе man, the dope man (Bro) My daddy sold motherfuckin' cocainе (Bro) My momma cooked blow man, blow man My momma cooked motherfuckin' cocaine (My mother) [Verse 1] Atlanta, Georgia, slick talker Enough gang to get it in their lane Speak southern slang, arrogant like a New Yorker G'd up like a Cali nigga Been slinging dope since Slick Rick [?], nigga Since Freeway Rick lock Cali, nigga Since Fat Steve Jones' lock ballin' home, I was on In high school bookin' niggas up with the zone Dumb motherfuckers got shorted seven grams Country boys 'bout OZ's full of grand My trunk full of contraband, all in the spare tire I'm a live wire, fuck any snitch wearing wires A thousand deaths to any rat snitch testifier Bitch niggas get caught and get to tellin' Real niggas do their time, get out and keep sellin' Is you a fag or felon? [Chorus] I'm the son of the dope man, the dope man My daddy sold motherfuckin' cocaine My momma cooked blow man, blow man My momma cooked motherfuckin' cocaine I'm the son of the dope man, the dope man My daddy sold motherfuckin' cocaine My momma cooked blow man, blow man My momma cooked motherfuckin' cocaine [Verse 2] My city ain't seen good crack since we lost Charles Black Twenty deep we hustle under streetlight I'm a 21st century Terry White Serve dope and music like BigD and Tight Served the world kilo, get my pockets tight My powder white, my gat all black Leak red out your head if you try and jack I'm observing niggas working just breaking their trap Ten deep in two Suburbans, we taking their trap This is true to form, fella, not poor mall rap Like the neighborhood freak, my guy that'd get you the claps Left dead in the Chevy with your brain in your lap I was corner breaking when Reagan had this shit on lock When the Miami boys shot it out with the cops Then the [?] boys came through with the K's Left them boys from MIA straight MIA [Chorus] I'm the son of the dope man, the dope man My daddy sold motherfuckin' cocaine My momma cooked blow man, blow man My momma cooked motherfuckin' cocaine I'm the son of the dope man, the dope man My daddy sold motherfuckin' cocaine My momma cooked blow man, blow man My momma cooked motherfuckin' cocaine [Outro] (Trash)