Dope Boy Days Lyrics

Pyrex in the kitchen like I'm still getting paid

Phone blowing up like I'm still hitting plays

So many stories from my dope boy days

And I'm still kind of stuck in my ways

Pyrex in the kitchen like I'm still getting paid

Phone blowing up like I'm still hitting plays

So many stories from my dope boy days

And I'm still kind of stuck in my ways

I done seen a lot of shit in my day

You ain't ever been scared till a gun up in yo face

Yeah I been robbed before I ain't ashamed

Anything can happen anytime when you selling cocaine

Sometimes you got to charge it to the game

If you ain't ever had no indictments we ain't the same

When I was selling dope I told myself ill never change

Its a special feeling when everybody know you the man

Bands in your pockets everybody knowing your name

If you wasn't getting money nigga then you a lame

But then I realized hustling don't bring nothing but pain

You got so much time to think when you locked up in them chains

When you work the block its like you been stuck in a maze

Police wanna take all the niggas turn us to slaves

Work us for free till they put us down in the grave

And they wanna call it the land of the free home of the brave

Wait

Pyrex in the kitchen like I'm still getting paid

Phone blowing up like I'm still hitting plays

So many stories from my dope boy days

And I'm still kind of stuck in my ways

Pyrex in the kitchen like I'm still getting paid

Phone blowing up like I'm still hitting plays

So many stories from my dope boy days

And I'm still kind of stuck in my ways

I done fucked so many hoes a nigga lost count

Tried to get me to stay the night but bitch I got to bounce

My white boy from Tiffin just called he said he need a ounce

Choosing a bitch over getting paper that's not aloud

I done seen so many hard days and long nights

When you got to swallow a pack make sure its tied tight

I ain't ever snitch never gave a name in my life

Unless you a civilian I'm sorry its not right

You never talk you never tell you never rat

Even if it was your best friend who stabbed you in the back

The game is different that's why I had to get out the trap

Because niggas don't give a fuck about the code that's a fact

When I look back we had some good times most of its bad

To the youngins listening stay out the game this ain't a fad

You don't wanna spend the rest of yo life sleeping on a slab

That's why all I do now is grind with this music and be a dad

Pyrex in the kitchen like I'm still getting paid

Phone blowing up like I'm still hitting plays

So many stories from my dope boy days

And I'm still kind of stuck in my ways

Pyrex in the kitchen like I'm still getting paid

Phone blowing up like I'm still hitting plays

So many stories from my dope boy days

And I'm still kind of stuck in my ways