Corn 2 Dope

Ugh!
 Dope like a needle in the arm
 Pull up on the set smokin bomb
 Yeah!
 Buzzin like a bee hive
 I been hustling since knee high
 Been off the porch
 Got a good start
 I'm in brand new Benz
 With the push start
 Came up in front that hood mart
 Late night nigga had good heart
 Ridin wit ya bitch she a sweet heart
 you fuckin or not no time for the sweet talk
 Blowin that kush shit taste like sweet tarts
 Nigga run up let the heat spark
 Ain't playin wit em no recess
 Unload in ya face off reflex
 Oh now be blessed, yeah
 Cause a nigga got hell to pay yeah
 I'm the devil reject yeah
 Got old got new money
 Got red got blue money
 Fucked up ran through money
 Been broke never knew money
 Sloppy pockets I can't stop it
 I'm addicted I admit it yeah
 So in love wit it
 I could French kiss it
 Muah
 I'm Dope like a needle in the arm
 Pull up on the set smokin bomb
 Get love I'm as real as they come
 Traptown yeah you know where I'm from
 We got everything from corn to dope
 You can meet me at the corner store
 Bring it to you if it's 4 or more
 Make sure you don't let nobody know
 Whoa! Whoa!
 Buzzin like a bee hive
 Started off with a 3.5
 Young nigga took off like a G5
 Bein this fly out to be a crime yeah
 Im on a launchpad
 I done blew up on they dog ass
 Feelin froggy then leap witcha frog ass
 Feed ya to fishes like a crawdad
 I remember days it was all bad
 I ain't hustler nigga what ysa call dat
 Rollin backwood thick ass ball bats
 Nigga rap good but they all cap
 I was on the block for real
 Tryna get a knot for real
 Run from the cops I did
 Young nigga hard to kill
 Dope like a needle in the arm
 Pull up on the set smokin bomb
 I get love cause I'm as real as they come
 Traptown yeah you know where I'm from
 We got everything from corn to dope
 You can meet me at the corner store
 Ill bring it to you if it's 4 or more
 Keep it on the low