You
See we stay down till we came up
In the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
I need some motherfucking about
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
Two chains, not talking, not joy, not jaw-blocked
As a young nigga, I seen him get into the money
Told my mama one day, I'ma be one of them
So many court dates, I damn near gon' Sunday
Back in the days, when the safe was your undies
And I can't complain, I'm tryna take a plane
To Onix, yeah, I'm fly with your woman
I get high with your woman
They really can't rap, so these niggas started humming
And soon as they did, 12 started coming
Thank you, I'm here
You hit them drums, get a drum of some
No, no, for real, you need to get a drum of some
I looked up to the hustles in the foreign cars
Who got that strong Superman, the dun-dun-dun
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
By everybody in this business they own more
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
Not talking, not joy, not jaw-blocked
I'm problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, D-Boys are legendary
My pop hustle, so do I, it's so red and teary
These niggas actin' like gods, Tyler Parrish
Dwarf wanted to get with me, I tell him never wear it
31st, under drugs, it was upstairs
Say all I talk about is Gucci shoes
But I got more than one pair
One scale, two bells on a cell phone
Give me one week, I turn this bitch into the velvet room
Velvet rope, red carpet, and hellin' smoke
Imagine gettin' a wash, just for sellin' dope
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
By everybody in this bitch they own more
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
Not talking, not joy, not jaw-blocked
The dope man, my more fuckin' roadmarked
We sip lean or we drink out the gold bottles New vogue's on lax like the old models
Wet pink big feet make it more hard I came out the hood
From a broken family the streets was my teacher They showed me no amnesty court
Started tacking me on top of that they added fees
Stack cheats to stay up but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard But I'm posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills up a big man, now I'm a dope boy Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my whole car
The dope man my motherfucking Roemark The dope man my motherfucking Roemark
The dope man my motherfucking Roemark By everybody in this business they own more
The dope man my motherfucking Roemark The dope man my motherfucking Roemark
Don't man my mom
