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they say a old dope boy don't exist, everyone in my team is winnin, 3 whips which one should i get in, shit done changed up, people keep singin to the law scared of fed time the realest shit i ever saw, 2 killers turn snitches over fed cases, 20 years for a phonecall outrageous, tryina ducka recall, chillin out in reno like fuck the weed what's the prices on tha kilos, quick money ain't quick enough, 1 to the head tryn stick me up 2 bumps pick me up, now i'm on these blue thangs fat laced shoestrings cookies in my spliff juicy j on that blue dream, ex feins see my face and wanna smoke again, 29 back to selling coke again, back to sendin hoes again, back to my old ass ways in a daze day dreamin while this dope shit play, they say a old dope boy don't exist, they're fulla shit 2 bricks new kicks, black chips on tha table whiskey on the rocks johnny walker blue label, loafers no socks bald head fuck a fitted cap, dogs tryina find out where it's hidden at, let em try so high i could touch the sky, coke so clean you can cut it twice, og cream hot butter knife, i got og's doin double life, playin with that mail got em hot as hell, i told him keep it cool he ain't listen though, now his ass missin yo, heard he was snitchin so tha homies had to slit his throat, crazy like the shit i smoke, i'm sittin here trippin, watch what you say on them phones cause they listen, they say i won't last but i'm just livin, i'm supposed to be dead by now or in prison i'm still here, they say a old dope boy don't exist

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Artist: berner