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Looking out my window I don't recognize the world I used to know I'm so underrated, underestimated (Looking out my window) I'm still dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) And I got some folks back home (Looking out my window) Questioning how I made it It's 'cause I'm dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) I heard you talk behind my back (Looking out my window) Behind my back Just don't leave out the fact that I'm dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) And life ain't perfect (Looking out my window) But it's worth it 'cause it's dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) Let me tell you like, uh "Why you always talkin' 'bout a home town All that unity between the black and brown?" Uh 'Cause it's dope "And why you never rap about a bad chick? You be at the crib posted up with the wife and kids" Uh 'Cause it's dope Hot wings and elotes [?] Del Rio [?] California sunsets, boulevard, I ain't got a set Gangsta, like "Boy ain't you from the west?" We was freezing on the street corners in down Tampa Mona We was feeding instrumentals through the tweeters in your jeep Letras de cancionesI ain't never served feen a unless you mean a sixteen We were blowing all these trees with the G's from Pasadena We were freely givin' music pre-Spotify streamin' Believe me, despite all logic we billboard charting You looking for a reason to be honest I don't see one But if you need one it's 'cause I'm dope I'm so underrated, underestimated (Looking out my window) I'm still dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) And I got some folks back home (Looking out my window) Questioning how I made it It's 'cause I'm dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) I heard you talk behind my back (Looking out my window) Behind my back Just don't leave out the fact that I'm dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) And life ain't perfect (Looking out my window) But it's worth it 'cause it's dope (I don't recognize the world I used to know) They never won no online contest but I spoke at the Congress We need another sixteen to namedrop East African origins, peaking through these cheekbones Means I made a survivor, sitting in my chromosomes Mandatory 20 years, cousin [Aaron?] back home Life can be a trip, buckle up and hold tight Remind me I ain't crazy and the grace stay amazing He came down to prove I wasn't talking to an empty room Remind me that the truth is that I'm looking at an empty tomb Sealed the deal, love was so real But them gangbang rituals, inner city bar mitzvahs Send your best anthropologists, come and sit in the midst of us You could catch a glimpse of the fragrance and staying power No champagne showers I'm just dope, I'm just dope I'm just dope, I'm just dope From Letras Mania