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letra de dopeman heaven - fat ray

[verse 1: danny brown]
found a spot, now the shop set up
young and dumb, you can’t tell us nothin’, ain’t no discussion
that temptation gotta [?]
tryna cop that new thang on [?]
what’s up then?
only leave for blunts and cigarettes
ain’t showered in days, i can’t care less
the life we chose, where friend become foes
the spot up the street, we steppin’ on toes
them n-ggas want beef, well let’s go
ain’t tryna steal clientele, they custos
eighth of that hard sh-t, and 8-b-lls
broke one down, fifteen stones
busting out the 12-12s, ain’t hard to tell
every month we chipped in, five homies in jail

[refrain: danny brown]
pop bottles like we [?]
ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven
was so f-cked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant
but i was on my knuckles back then, i was desperate

[verse 2: fat ray]
i gotta admit that back then i was reckless
runnin’ with some n-ggas that was takin’ yo’ necklace
runnin’ with some n-ggas that’ll eat you for breakfast
it all boiled down to a zip of cat p-ss
so n-gga miss me with that rap sh-t
outside, tryna make a circle do a backflip
topside, got yo’ unc’ baby on the blacklist
young bull, tuck that 380 in the mattress
dopeman tryna squeeze water out a cactus
n-ggas stretched all four quarters, no practice
show ’em how to fill a hundred orders, no napkins
went from rollin’ [?] on the sonic [?]
to middle-mannin’ splits, money-makin’ mitch
monkey on his back, got him shooting dog in his d-ck
pinching out the pack, got him puttin’ paws on his b-tch
sittin’ in the max, got my lil’ dog out his sh-t
[refrain: danny brown]
pop bottles like we [?]
ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven
was so f-cked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant
but i was on my knuckles back then, i was desperate

- fat ray

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