Baji Finch - DOPE (feat. Rippa) Lyrics

Why you lyin' ?
Why you tryna waste my time
You know I be workin', I be runnin' on my grind I be fighting all this evil, got a war inside
My mind All I need is that codeine to make my angels
Come alive
Yeah
I'm robbin' the feins, too busy chasin' the dreams This shit goin' crazy, I'm pullin' the strings
I'm losin' the burner, they trackin' my sims I'm puttin' my head down, shots fired, I'm
Alert now Feelin' dizzy, got my head down, dodging bullets
Now I got my head down
Pow
So I gonna lay low like crawling underneath
The table Bullets are flyin', I'm cuttin' the cable
Cuttin' the lights off white label Broken so many rules, I'm a rebel
F*ckin' the law and I'm f*ckin' that You lookin' for beef i want, none of that
We shoot all your niggas and comin' back,
Yeah
Now, we movin' kilos, we ain't got no time to play,
Yeah
Me and my amigos, watch your back, don't go astray
I be runnin', I be drownin', I need a bigger ashtray
Burnin' bush, I feel like Moses, smokin' on a rainy day
Yeah
Yeah
Why you lyin'? Why you tryna waste my time
Its lit yeah
You know I be workin', I be runnin' on my grind
I be fightin' all this evil, got a war inside my mind
All I need is that codeine, you make my angels come alive
Its lit Yeah
Why you lyin'? Why you tryna waste my time
You know I be workin', I be runnin' on my grind
I be fightin' all this evil, got a war inside my mind
All I need is that codeine, you make my angels come alive
Deadlines round the corner, I gotta go get it
You know I been trappin' a lot Headlines, I been hearin' a lot of cap
Many niggas be talkin' a lot
You gotta be rock solid, ain't no room for a soft boy
Concrete street nigga, you know what it is
I hang with them block boys, yeah
Violet, then it's over, lookin' over your shoulder
You gon' understand when you're older, heart's really get colder
Whenever stress takes over, put sativa on a roller
I was trippin' but I didn't forget, so how am I bipolar
Shit, I'm down bad with the racks, I had to step back for real
Late nights in a trap, this shit is really a trap for real
Niggas told me that I'm wack, niggas be speakin' on cap for real
Look at me now, I'm back, shorty thinkin' I'm a snack, chill
My niggas still trappin' even though they sharin' a room with the op
But shit, it's how we survive, so how you expect a young nigga to stop
You gotta move different in times like this, so it's back to the plot
Back to the drawing board, back to the blueprint, the block is hot
Why you lyin'? Why you tryna waste my time
Its lit Yeah
You know I be workin', I be runnin' on my grind
I been fightin' all this evil, got a war inside my mind
All I need is that codeine to make my angels come alive
Why you lyin'? Why you tryna waste my time
You know I be workin', I be runnin' on my grind
I been fightin' all this evil, got a war inside my mind
All I need is that codeine to make my angels come alive
Its lit' yeah