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I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy
in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales
I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy
in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

in the trap house with the black stove standin in the kitchen back to the door
pyrex bakin soda big bowls gettin old microwave or the stove
turn the microwave off cut the stove on
turn the water on put the ice on
mix it up chop it up then you put the cut on it
the dope fiends don't even know
its a drop and we goin up on the prices
cause I ain't sellin shit for the low
and I got that hard and that soft and that Bobby and Whitney
my nigga we got all the dope
I got that lean the pills the crack the meth the weed
you can come get it for sure
I got a Glock with a switch on that bitch
you better not pull up tryna kick in my door
I got a Carbon .15 and it got a flashlight and a beam
don't you play with my green
I'm at the spot servin the fiends
and I got on some new Bape and some old jeans
gettin all this money I look like I sold my soul to the dope man
but I'm a dope boy

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy
in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales
I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy
in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up
break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up
break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up
break it down wrap it up seal it up ship it out send it up

posted at the trap the address you know it
my nigga just pull up on me
we breakin down bales just scale it and weigh it
I'm sellin these packs by the zip or the p
I'm cookin up dope nigga in the big pot
come and get you some fish just bring me a fee
I got the blocks and they harder than some rock
this shit'll make you pass out when you smoke it or put it in your veins
I got that pure cocaine
all the dope fiends know my name
and I don't sell this shit for the fame
I'm tryna go put up a house and a whole lot of cars in my mama name
and I got this shit out the mud I was born to be a dope boy
I grew up around the dope man
so ima die sellin dope
as long as they pay me for it I'm servin them bows yeah

I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy
in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales
I was born to be a dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy dope boy
in the trap countin racks cookin crack breakin bales

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