Godsparks - The One Lyrics

Dope Sick

Marc Buchanan Pelle leather
Construction timbs in any weather

Diamonds hanging off my neck
Coogi sweater
Name a nigga in my city who could who do it better

You little monkey in the middle
If I'm addressing a issue
Best believe
I'm undressing it with pistols

Where ya boss at,
No parables or riddles
Where ya boss at
I like to keep this shit simple

They like Godsparks what is he into
One day he in a lex
The Next it's a Benz coupe

My only cap is stall and dean
I cook that work up
Put it out, then talk to the fiends

They give me feedback on what it's hitting for
It's like they hit the raw,
They ears go numb
They start to question your product and what you spitting for
They be like they sick of yall

I be leaving em dope sick
I be dropping dope shit,
Locked in, loaded
I'm focused mannn, in motion plans
My Pens deadly
My wraps suran

Get ya weight up, not even Jesus could save you,
Would you like it pain free or painful

I disdain yall flows, ya beat selection is anus
Your concepts same shit

In these streets you nameless
On beats, get ya ass beat brainless

Timeless flow, diamond bezel Rollie, you wit a gun
Is the same as you having no heat

You ain't dropping nothing
Incriminating bars
What You wit the cops or something

Conjugal visits wit bic pens
I be nuttin on loose leafs
Sweating out ya bitch doobie

Stupid, get robbed for your
Jewelry broad day
Your whole family watch it like a movie

What ! Sue me
Punk pussy nigga groupie
You don't like it nigga shoot me

But I be leaving em dope sick
I be dropping dope shit,
Locked in, loaded
I'm focused mannn, in motion plans
My Pens deadly
My wraps suran

This lil nigga named GB think he live like me
I'm a brown bag nigga
Ask Flap ask Daddy
I put that work in, that's for certain
I even dumped a Mac for Glen Murph bitch


But I be leaving em dope sick
I be dropping dope shit,
Locked in, loaded
I'm focused mannn, in motion plans
My Pens deadly
My wraps suran