Yahoo!
Look at what I got on my
You know I'm dope
Look at what I got on my
You know I'm dope
Swag, swag Thursday
May Twenty-Eighth. Swag
Look at what I got on my
You know I'm dope
I'm ill just to kill like the murder that she wrote
You know I'm dope
Shoot
You don't even know what I got on
Shit
You know I'm dope
Dope as f*ck
Fresh breath
Uh, Uh
Here we go
Here we go
Uh
Look at what I got on, Heart
All up on my sleeve
Truth is what I breathe in
Music is what I bleed
If you come with love, I don't care what you believe
I come with it
I give it
Drop the mic and then leave
Could give a f*ck about a body
See, I tread upon them souls
My dopeness shine like prisms
Your swagger fill up all your holes
I get up in them
Stay up in them
Drop the beat and float the rhythm
Groove and listen
That's the mission
I don't ask
I give permission
Man, never ask permission to be yourself
And that's the rap, man
Gotta live unapologetically
As a f*ck
Look at what I got on my
You know I'm dope
Look at what I got on my
You know I'm dope
Look at what I got on my
You know I'm dope
I'm ill just to kill like the murder that she wrote