Dopey

I become a husler...
 Stone-cold certified
 Big creature, let's get it
 Me and Crelly play the block like the Twin Towers
 Made it back from Twin City in like ten hours
 Moving like I'm Asian with these dead flowers
 Make it rain on your head, we giving lead showers
 No cap, really sold dope my whole life
 Muddy dead, then we poured out the whole pint
 Brodie touch them up North, he a mobile
 We're serving dopey and them seven dwarves snow-white
 25 for the Percocet, I been on Vic's
 Know we gon' turn left when everybody go right
 Pig pen status with the hogs and the low life
 Free all my seven-mile dawgs, screaming for life
 Bro coming home, I pray everything go right
 Tote sticks with the blue beams and them glow lights
 Fully paid, dreadly hitting off the strobe light
 See the pain, Plain Jane prezzy no ice (yeah, yeah)
 Got the white gold day just with the jubilee band
 When Scully died, I wanted guns, like two in each hand
 I'm conflicted
 You picked up those sticks, we finna risk it
 Blood in my eyes, it's enemies in the distance
 Product ain't the root of the problem when I don't care much
 We out here in Maui while you're looking for your earmuffs
 Niggas get scared when the feds want a bear hug
 Drop it on the sc-sc-scale, mate
 If we both sell weight and we both doing great
 We ain't got to compete, we can call it a scale, mate
 Bruno come with the Kill Tek and all hell break
 I'm making sales off the scale phone
 A smart nigga keep his elbows docked in his Skel bow
 My bag shaking at a Richter scale
 Bro
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 Scale with your eyes
 Scale is compulsory, motherfucker
 I become a husler...