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They can tell by your reading level How many beds they gone need in the prison Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dopeboy, Dopeboy He got turnt to Dopefiend Poppin’ them Xans Selling dem’ nicks for real Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dopeboy, Dopeboy I got turnt to Dopefiend Selling dem’ nicks for real Yeah, yeah Trappin in apartments Serving out a window Runnin' with the draco on him Jits Let the hammer go Late night dumb late Fiends up Dumb late Project courts lit Burn one shoot Js Scars on body Straight from the mud I’m straight out the pain Got pain on my body Letras de cancionesRide through the hood ain’t nothing exotic I see demons lurking I see children growing fast Dreams dying young I swear we don’t even last Poor folk More smoke And they medicating You been drowning in the pain That's why they medicating Onion got em staking Paranoid they pull up stain ya Paranoid they pull up stain ya yeah Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dopeboy, Dopeboy He got turnt to Dopefiend Poppin’ them Xans Selling dem’ nicks for real Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dopeboy, Dopeboy I got turnt to Dopefiend Selling dem’ nicks for real Yeah, yeah Devil running down on ya Gang running down on ya 12 running down on ya Devil running down on us You don’t wanna serve no more So why you servin' You know that lil money ain’t worth The time they serving Started with some Reggie Then he got some louder Then the Percocets He ain’t never touch the powder Promethazine Prescription Mixing it the Ac Poppin’ dem jiggas Sleeping at his momma house Playing that Madden on his momma couch (yeah) I see you on ya paper route (yeah, yeah) If you receive it… then this a better route (yeah) My people perish with the lack of vision My people perish with the lack of vision Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dopeboy, Dopeboy He got turnt to Dopefiend Poppin’ them Xans Selling dem’ nicks for real Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend, dope fiend Dopeboy, Dopeboy I got turnt to Dopefiend Selling dem’ nicks for real Yeah, yeah Changing the way that we eat for real Changing how you live for real Put the drug down for real Change how u live or u gone get killed for real Let God in your heart back in the crib for real You can’t live without him Can’t survive without him So what you doing You gone get murked out here so what you doing Play till the movie to the end or change you life young king From Letras Mania