Uh uh uh
Oh yeh
Yo cash rules who
Not me my soul ain't for sale
I rather push bars to the limit like a closed cell
Hold me down if we ever shared a 40 love
Times were hard but that's how we formed this brotherhood
Sessions in Brooklyn with shorties ducked in the corner uh
Then fight with wifey all about in the morning all about yo
I ain't gone lie I ain't famous but y'all made me feel like it
Bumping that shit with the aux just cause y'all homie write it
And shout out to you if you pulled an all nighter
No promise on paper but in hopes of brighter
Futures for whom is curating the room
I ain't gon say no names but this dedicated to you
Uh Marc dropped the ball then I linked back with Coop
I thank the both of them because it started D.O.P.E U
And I don't need niggas
It ain't just for the bar my nigga that's true
Cause it ain't bout what you did it's more bout what you do
And I know that I'm a legend but I still got more to prove
Cause HOV ain't stop he left the blueprint in his hue
And he's adding more to it you brothers just ain't in tune
Yo this that dope shit
That powder up your nose shit
A zip of that pre-rolled shit
What Papi move across the ocean
And I noticed that we ain't the same
I seen you've given up and started chasing the fame
And I don't blame you though
It's crazy yo
How people don't understand the scenario
We put our blood sweat tears fears all in the stereo
Just to get a
Mm that's iight he only spittin something light
But he ain't f*ckin with my man's though
Or nah that nigga ass
Throw that song up in the trash I heard son was a weirdo
Mm that's iight he only spittin something light
But he ain't f*ckin with my man's though
Or nah that nigga ass
Throw that song up in the trash I heard son was a weirdo
Let's be clear though
I don't need no validation from niggas who ain't participating
And even so
I graduated upper echelon
Look mama I made it
Oh yeh
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Uh uh uh
Oh yeh
Yo cash rules who
Not me my soul ain't for sale
I rather push bars to the limit like a closed cell
Hold me down if we ever shared a 40 love
Times were hard but that's how we formed this brotherhood
Sessions in Brooklyn with shorties ducked in the corner uh
Then fight with wifey all about in the morning all about yo
I ain't gone lie I ain't famous but y'all made me feel like it
Bumping that shit with the aux just cause y'all homie write it
And shout out to you if you pulled an all nighter
No promise on paper but in hopes of brighter
Futures for whom is curating the room
I ain't gon say no names but this dedicated to you
Uh Marc dropped the ball then I linked back with Coop
I thank the both of them because it started D.O.P.E U
And I don't need niggas
It ain't just for the bar my nigga that's true
Cause it ain't bout what you did it's more bout what you do
And I know that I'm a legend but I still got more to prove
Cause HOV ain't stop he left the blueprint in his hue
And he's adding more to it you brothers just ain't in tune
Yo this that dope shit
That powder up your nose shit
A zip of that pre-rolled shit
What Papi move across the ocean
And I noticed that we ain't the same
I seen you've given up and started chasing the fame
And I don't blame you though
It's crazy yo
How people don't understand the scenario
We put our blood sweat tears fears all in the stereo
Just to get a
Mm that's iight he only spittin something light
But he ain't f*ckin with my man's though
Or nah that nigga ass
Throw that song up in the trash I heard son was a weirdo
Mm that's iight he only spittin something light
But he ain't f*ckin with my man's though
Or nah that nigga ass
Throw that song up in the trash I heard son was a weirdo
Let's be clear though
I don't need no validation from niggas who ain't participating
And even so
I graduated upper echelon
Look mama I made it
Oh yeh
Oh yeh
Yo cash rules who
Not me my soul ain't for sale
I rather push bars to the limit like a closed cell
Hold me down if we ever shared a 40 love
Times were hard but that's how we formed this brotherhood
Sessions in Brooklyn with shorties ducked in the corner uh
Then fight with wifey all about in the morning all about yo
I ain't gone lie I ain't famous but y'all made me feel like it
Bumping that shit with the aux just cause y'all homie write it
And shout out to you if you pulled an all nighter
No promise on paper but in hopes of brighter
Futures for whom is curating the room
I ain't gon say no names but this dedicated to you
Uh Marc dropped the ball then I linked back with Coop
I thank the both of them because it started D.O.P.E U
And I don't need niggas
It ain't just for the bar my nigga that's true
Cause it ain't bout what you did it's more bout what you do
And I know that I'm a legend but I still got more to prove
Cause HOV ain't stop he left the blueprint in his hue
And he's adding more to it you brothers just ain't in tune
Yo this that dope shit
That powder up your nose shit
A zip of that pre-rolled shit
What Papi move across the ocean
And I noticed that we ain't the same
I seen you've given up and started chasing the fame
And I don't blame you though
It's crazy yo
How people don't understand the scenario
We put our blood sweat tears fears all in the stereo
Just to get a
Mm that's iight he only spittin something light
But he ain't f*ckin with my man's though
Or nah that nigga ass
Throw that song up in the trash I heard son was a weirdo
Mm that's iight he only spittin something light
But he ain't f*ckin with my man's though
Or nah that nigga ass
Throw that song up in the trash I heard son was a weirdo
Let's be clear though
I don't need no validation from niggas who ain't participating
And even so
I graduated upper echelon
Look mama I made it
Oh yeh
Writer: David Rust
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