Mic Dawson - Thank God For The Dopeboys Lyrics

If you weren't a rapper, you'd be a
Uh, drug dealer
You still think you'd be a drug dealer
That shit was fun

Was it
Yeah
It's a adrenaline rush
Ask anybody who really, anybody who's ever been really in the middle of the game

It's an adrenaline rush that, it's addictive
That's why people, it's a very dangerous field
Yeah
Job occupation, but the rush that you get, like, cause it's final

It's final
You could be sitting up in your plug's house, and the whole thing get raided, and they're
Not going to jail
They're tough

They're not going to jail
They just start shooting
You know, it's just a rush
What was your favorite part about it

Did you like count the money
Did you like cutting the shit up
Did you like
All I ever want to do is just sell dope

Tell if I go to jail, nigga, hell no
I'ma keep selling shit to my scale, bro
And if a nigga play with me, let his shell go
But yeah, though, thank God for the dope dealers

That's where I got my swag from
They were some dope niggas
And when them niggas came around, they gave us hope, nigga
They said, don't let nobody play you like a hoe, nigga

I just smiled and looked at him like I know, nigga
He gave me ten and rubbed my head like, here you go, nigga
So every day I flip my pack, I be sitting back
I roll it back and write a rap and think of shit like that

If you ain't put that kind of thinking in my f*cking cap, I would have been in Wayne
Sealy, and that's a f*cking fact
It was the dope boys that showed me how to move
The reason I'm alive is because of you

Thank God for the dope boys
The war on drugs, the crack era, as horrible as it was, the effigy that tore down the community
And dismantled families and incarcerated people, stole lives, definitely
But it also, as I said before, there can be no bad with that, good and vice versa

It also allowed us an opportunity to understand me
Roll the packs backwards and I be burning
It's for the homies I don't live at in Mount Vernon
I know real life killers, I was chilling with them

Kill a nigga, tell a story with no feelings in them
Gotta watch these motherf*ckers, they be spilling venom
F*ck love, we ain't out here feeling sentimental
You got the dope, they got the money, gotta put it in them

Told a nigga how to move when I'm in the rental
Ride dirty, face blank like an instrumental
Keep a brand new blade, hit it from the middle
When you f*cking with that boy, you gotta give a little

You can't be thugging all your life, you gotta live a little
And though they hit him, I just kept all their game with me
Kept my eyes in the mirror, kept that thang with me
Stay solid, can't let everybody hang with me

It's cause of y'all, you can't even put no blame in me, dope
It also allowed us an opportunity to understand business
I pray to God that he bless y'all
Pray to God you never catch y'all

Thank God for the dope boys
A profit loss, you know what I'm saying
Just a different area of business that we would never have the opportunity to be included in
Thank God for the dope boys

For the crack era
And I use this specific example
Take it easy, purchase your tracks
Thank God for the dope boys

One time, one time
And if you had an eight ball when you woke up and you left out the house
Try to come in with another four ounce, but we gon' bounce for the dope boys
It was the dope boys that showed me how to move

The reason I'm alive is cause of you
Thank God for the dope boys
And if you had an eight ball when you took up and you left out the house
Try to come in with another four ounce, but we gon' bounce for the dope boys

On the west coast, you know, just politically and in other ways
Pray to God you never catch y'all
Pray to God you never catch y'all
Thank God for the dope boys

They're easy, was able to subsidize
I thank God for the dope boys
Hey, I thank God for the dope boys
Hey, I thank God for the dope boys

Purchase your tracks today
I thank God for the dope boys
I thank God for the dope boys
I thank God for the dope boys

And if you had an eight ball when you woke up and you left out the house
Try to come in with another four ounce, but we gon' bounce for the dope boys
And kick it with each other
And every place is like home

We got our own cars
We got our own hoes
We got our own clothes
You know what I'm saying

And we can't be stopped