Dopeboy by Cellus Hamilton Lyrics

Mama can’t picture her son
Smokin and holding a gun
Yo baby got dope in his lungs
Don’t cry over what I’ve become
Uh
I wanna be doughboy
Hang around with the dope boyz
Sit around smokin dope boy
Shaking up with the folk boyz
You ain’t no killa
I see in yo eyes
You is surprised
I’m here
Bet you ain’t crazy as me
I gotta home full of love
But I find hate in the streets
I gotta reason to live
But I be dying to kill all my Families dreams
I look around at my friends
Never could realize that they was Just envying me
Uh
I wanna be dopeboy
I wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy

I wanna be dopeboy
I wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy

We had a pound in the car
We ridin with demons
I’ma church boy
I’m drivin high
And I’m speedin

I see the sirens behind me
Yea I was tweakin

I pulled over
But luckily they proceeded
Thank God

Funny how now
Life turned into revenge
See how hard it get
Move from the sticks
Country boy
Big bad wolf

Now I gotta house made of brick
God made dirt
Man wet dirt
Made mud
Dry mud turned to a brick
God made man outta dirt
Guess I’m solid
Boy I’m as hard as it get

I wanna be dopeboy
I wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy

I wanna be dopeboy
I wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy

They don’t want none of this Introspection
Agent 47 with the smith and Wesson
Heard yo life a movie
You can’t see the ending
All I see is actors
Why you stay pretending
Number 2
I treat the pen like Its a pendant
Two societies and I am the Menace
If truth abides in me
Then why is it bending
Over back to keep me out the Den
09 civic with the sides dented
Swear it dies on me every five Minutes
Bit of time spent under the Influence
Cause my mindset above the Skies limit
Uh Ou
Oh now you in
TRU
BLE
Cloud 9 with the sun roof
Used to run the town
Had em’ trippin’ out
Copped the quarter pound
Tell em’ come thru
I wanna be dopeboy
I wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy

I wanna be dopeboy
I wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy
A wanna be dopeboy

I smell like dope
My records sell like dope

Coming for ya top
Like you let your hairline go

Uh

Verses so heavy
Think my scale might broke

Burrrt burrt

Leave em’ dead
Like the headlights on

Uh

Frank Lucas
Dwight Howard
In a blender
Boy I’m dope
As blue magic
They tried to cut me out
And split me up
I found the hole
And now you need a new baggie
Like they grabba puffin’
Lines punch em drunken
Got em’ slumpt’ out
Hooks too catchy
Joey Keyz only roll with demons
On the Truble Clef
Is where you could catch me
Flow super nasty
Young Luca brasi
I been fiendin’ to get on this Stage
Got these people tweaking
Like they wanna fade
When they hear me speakin
All they bouta say
Is that boy DOPE

No cap
That mean hoods too
Outta Hell’s Kitchen
No cooked food
Need a bad wife
In a good mood
Like a trap queen
Can she handle
All of this dope