Dope Dealer

Karma
Tell mama I'm on the brink of breakin'
And every morning
I wash my face in a sink of greatness
I'm drippin dapper, master rapper,
masked robber, bank teller, dope sella
Go get the Cubans
for the way that it's been moving
I'll go out without a bang and still be boomin
You'll find the truth in the humor
The lies in the rumors
Tell mama I'm the future
I got ties to consumers
I dips and dabble as I please among the company ink
Mix scrabble with the tree
and end up sportin' a mink

Look. I inks the paper
I wets the bitches
I told you that I burnt the paper tryna save the bridges
Can't swing an episode with any of these hoes
Cuz time's a wasting
I'm that determined
I lace the tracks and pack the sermons
She said you've never worked an honest day up in ya life
You right
I pitch the EP like its white
I'm just a dope dealer

I done turned into a dope dealer
I done turned into a dope dealer
Ayy don't tell mama imma dope dealer
Ayy don't tell mama imma dope dealer

And a rapper and shit (I'm light)

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