The Dope

Niggas thought I was gon fail, I tell em gon hail the ice in my motherfucking crown The ice in this brown drink got me stirring and slurring Blink, vision blurry but I'm focused I noticed niggas love you more when you in peril not apparel It's apparent, the crabs in the barrel wish you terror 'til you paraphernelia use and abusing People are losing, so they choosing dope to cope Eyes on Confucius, it's confusing Comes fused with my whole generation, yeah Times hard B, can't catch a break yet We smile hardly Yeah, fake it 'til you make it but why are we told to be complacent Told to be patient, tryna' pass your peer the baton But they the ones you race with and leading the nation is a racist I know you want to hear cold fucking flows After all it's the dope T-Swole bringing gold, smoking Platinum for the soul Speaking these words from my heart and it's art Thank Allah, my nigga Da'Vinci came a part of the vision And my brother Musa gave me a platform to make them listen I'm still wishing for the rest of my bros Stop dismissing the fact that we ain't gotta do what we're told and join the mission We could all eat off what I'm dishing cause I want to see them all at the top with me, dawg Blowing trees, no bark in my yard Went from playing ball in park to in cars tryna' spark a little light in the dark This why I'm writing y'all a little prescription Hope it fit the description of the symptoms we're conditioned with The condition is lack of hope Self doubt masked in jokes and expensive dreams defeated by being broke and yet we addicted to it It's The Dope I even wrote like a few quick shoutouts, I'm just gonna run thru them real quick My nigga Ryan, we got it Howard, we got it Everybody that helped with this project, we fucking got it Shout out Suede, you smoother than that though I gotta change your name to like Raspy Ras or something like that Cuz you growing up, voice about to be deeper than mine in 2 months And my bro, Dre Layne stop playing and do what you want to do You already got what you need from NYU, so talk how you want to, ball how you want to Know we got West Indian parents and they old school but I want to see you happy bro Want to see all my brothers happy (Even you Ra) No funerals, no jail visits or fighting over phone time Just success, weddings and more life And more indo to smoke cause you know we can't live without that dope Yeah