"Dope House Mind" lyrics
I gotta palomino horse with Versace saddle
I'm a cocaine cowboy with crops and cattle
Half-dog and jackal pop Don like snapple
Got my first paycheck when I robbed the Randall's
Flow hot like Campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample bought my mom a castle
Bought pops a fuckin non-filter box of "Camel"s
Comp soft and fragile get stomped and trampled
While they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples
Sport Glocks in flannels with the common vandals
Takin hits off homemade bong with handles
It's a lawless battle as my thoughts unravel
Pull my gun and like eggs niggas dodge and scramble
Still lost in travel and my heart's in shambles
While the seeds in my weed snap pop and crackle
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
I do videos with a bunch of pretty hoes
In a Benz wearin K-mart dickie clothes
Give a toast listen close to that nigga Los
When we was hungry, Mom would say, "Get the fishin poles."
Really though back when I sported chili bowls
And used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones
My city thowed stop actin like you didn't know
Gettin rich and we still screamin "Gimme more!"
In the props gotta stay on your tippy toes
They tryna kill me few bullets came really close
Now the bitch is froze twisted in a wicked pose
And his toes colder than my Michelob's
Diggin holes like I'm tryna find some hidden gold
He got nice shoes, wonder if I fit on those?
The sickest flows, I got guns that can kill a ghost
At the club wearin dead man's Kenneth Coles
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Candy-blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka
Let me tell you 'bout the life of a pure white rocker
A true live baller, might cruise my 'pala
Or just soak in the sun and take poolside calla
It's the hood fly talker and if you like drama
I'm the rapper that'll rap you in a two-ply partner
With fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharper
then that thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalker
Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on the
Fuckin brain that ain't been sane since a cute shy toddler
My new nine's hotter than a July jogger
Or even me on the news saying, "Ooh. Hi, mamma."
Never knew my father 'til I grew quite larger
But by then I was ten walking through high water
Old dude tried harder than a suicide bomber
I'm like "Dad is too late. I'm 'a foo. Why bother?"
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
I'm a cocaine cowboy with crops and cattle
Half-dog and jackal pop Don like snapple
Got my first paycheck when I robbed the Randall's
Flow hot like Campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample bought my mom a castle
Bought pops a fuckin non-filter box of "Camel"s
Comp soft and fragile get stomped and trampled
While they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples
Sport Glocks in flannels with the common vandals
Takin hits off homemade bong with handles
It's a lawless battle as my thoughts unravel
Pull my gun and like eggs niggas dodge and scramble
Still lost in travel and my heart's in shambles
While the seeds in my weed snap pop and crackle
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
I do videos with a bunch of pretty hoes
In a Benz wearin K-mart dickie clothes
Give a toast listen close to that nigga Los
When we was hungry, Mom would say, "Get the fishin poles."
Really though back when I sported chili bowls
And used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones
My city thowed stop actin like you didn't know
Gettin rich and we still screamin "Gimme more!"
In the props gotta stay on your tippy toes
They tryna kill me few bullets came really close
Now the bitch is froze twisted in a wicked pose
And his toes colder than my Michelob's
Diggin holes like I'm tryna find some hidden gold
He got nice shoes, wonder if I fit on those?
The sickest flows, I got guns that can kill a ghost
At the club wearin dead man's Kenneth Coles
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Candy-blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka
Let me tell you 'bout the life of a pure white rocker
A true live baller, might cruise my 'pala
Or just soak in the sun and take poolside calla
It's the hood fly talker and if you like drama
I'm the rapper that'll rap you in a two-ply partner
With fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharper
then that thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalker
Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on the
Fuckin brain that ain't been sane since a cute shy toddler
My new nine's hotter than a July jogger
Or even me on the news saying, "Ooh. Hi, mamma."
Never knew my father 'til I grew quite larger
But by then I was ten walking through high water
Old dude tried harder than a suicide bomber
I'm like "Dad is too late. I'm 'a foo. Why bother?"
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope-house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
Only you 'cause the others too scared to live it
Thanks to André Gouvêa for adding these lyrics.
