Trajik - Corn 2 Dope

Ugh!
Dope like a needle in the arm
Pull up on the set smokin bomb
Yeah!
Buzzin like a bee hive
I been hustling since knee high
Been off the porch
Got a good start
I'm in brand new Benz
With the push start
Came up in front that hood mart
Late night nigga had good heart
Ridin wit ya bitch she a sweet heart
you fuckin or not no time for the sweet talk
Blowin that kush shit taste like sweet tarts
Nigga run up let the heat spark
Ain't playin wit em no recess
Unload in ya face off reflex
Oh now be blessed, yeah
Cause a nigga got hell to pay yeah
I'm the devil reject yeah
Got old got new money
Got red got blue money
Fucked up ran through money
Been broke never knew money
Sloppy pockets I can't stop it
I'm addicted I admit it yeah
So in love wit it
I could French kiss it
Muah
I'm Dope like a needle in the arm
Pull up on the set smokin bomb
Get love I'm as real as they come
Traptown yeah you know where I'm from
We got everything from corn to dope
You can meet me at the corner store
Bring it to you if it's 4 or more
Make sure you don't let nobody know
Whoa! Whoa!
Buzzin like a bee hive
Started off with a 3.5
Young nigga took off like a G5
Bein this fly out to be a crime yeah
Im on a launchpad
I done blew up on they dog ass
Feelin froggy then leap witcha frog ass
Feed ya to fishes like a crawdad
I remember days it was all bad
I ain't hustler nigga what ysa call dat
Rollin backwood thick ass ball bats
Nigga rap good but they all cap
I was on the block for real
Tryna get a knot for real
Run from the cops I did
Young nigga hard to kill
Dope like a needle in the arm
Pull up on the set smokin bomb
I get love cause I'm as real as they come
Traptown yeah you know where I'm from
We got everything from corn to dope
You can meet me at the corner store
Ill bring it to you if it's 4 or more
Keep it on the low

Written by:
Donovan Short

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