God is dope, a hundred bricks
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And Jesus is my connect, mane
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God is dope, a hundred bricks
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And Muhammad my connect, mane
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I got these, I got these, I got that
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If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back
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I be stunting but you know where I'm at
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I can't leave out this American
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Great American
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Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
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D O P E B O Y
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F I A S C O sigh
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L U P E me, oh my
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Baby, we don't die
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Live by multiples and nines
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So if it's nine and all, that shining ball, I'm all of y'all combined
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Crybaby, that never miss, I'm bawling all the time
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What's the cause of all this crying?
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I ain't falling, I ain't hurt
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But the man upstairs just sent me a bunch of work
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Cut it in the studio then rap it in a verse
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So low so them popo, man, I catch it in the search
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But I'm stupid, I'm so smart, I ain't have it in the first
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Might stop at the right block, if I'm paperless I might not direct
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God is dope, Jesus my connect
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I got these, I got these, I got that
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If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back
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I be stunting but you know where I'm at
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I can't leave out this American
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Great American
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Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
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Speaking to that fire, preaching to that choir
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Open up that C, G O D is my supplier
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Once it's lost, cut it soft, amazing when I heard that
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Double up this fish scale, maybe bring all of these birds back
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Feathers
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Birds are determined to enjoy all this lovely weather
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Never say never, said it so that won't happen ever
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Ever so clever, yes sir, I get more close than Webber
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He cold, he cold, he cold, that's just means I'm getting better
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Ego, ego, ego, three birds are those three letters
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Stop it, I'm just trying to find a prophet
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Like I'm trying to align my pockets
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With those fine designer wallets full of cheddar
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Jesus like a picture full of teeth is
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Preachers, I pulpit like a Michael Vick
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Bless, God is dope, Muhammad my connect
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God is dope, a hundred bricks
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God is dope, a hundred bricks
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I got these, I got these, I got that
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If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back
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I be stunting but you know where I'm at
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I can't leave out this American
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Great American
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Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
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O V E R D O S E everything I does
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Noah got a boatload that got shit from up above
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Gotta pick a side because they fight a war on drugs
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Well, you can tell 'em cartel 'cause I'm riding with my plug
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Riding dirty, call it Bible study
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And I pray you keep them pigs up out my way
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Because we eating like Ramadan in the evening
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So we gotta re-up like five times a day
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And faith is like the keys to the kingdom
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And the yayo for the halo, got my triple beam leanin'
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And an M3 with a trunk full of what everybody fiendin'
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And my rearview mirror cool, I see no daredevils or demons
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So God is dope, I'm slinging
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David with the bricks, I'm kingpin
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Trying to make me miss, they atheist
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God is dope, serving like it's '86
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God is dope, a hundred bricks
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God is dope, a hundred bricks
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I got these, I got these, I got that
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If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back
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I be stunting but you know where I'm at
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I can't leave out this American
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Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
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Great American
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Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
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I got these, I got these, I got that
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If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back
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I got these, I got these, I got that
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If I rip it, nigga, I ain't coming back
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DopeFrancis (American Trap)
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| Lupe Fiasco |
