[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?

[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
My brother used to sell crack in the hallway
Used to be the lookout boy that was always
N***a fuck a nine-to-five, that was all day
Just don't get no coke dust on my Balmain
N***a 'bout to really play it like I'm D-Bron
N***a 'bout to catch the wave like a rebound
Fuck that, I ain't tryna' be discreet now
Pussy n***a don't forget to put the seat down
I heard that they ain't from the trap
Don't recognize them perhaps
I find it hard to adapt
'Cause them n***as pussies and I don't want the cops
So you pardon me if I'm cold
I only do what I know, I never do what I'm told
'Cause real recognize real and real n***as know, so

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Oh lord, oh lord
Don't ask for me, n***a
Sold raw, sold raw
What is half a key, n***a?
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
[Verse 2: Clint'n Lord]
Your boyfriend claim he a dope dealer
Crusin' round the city in my four-wheeler (Skkr)
You better get yo' girl, 'cause I'm gon' steal her (Yeah)
My n***as throw bananas, they some gorillas (Woo, woo)
Runnin' out the backdoor, fuck a spinal cord
I know my n***as got my back though (Damn)
Dope dealer turned to a rockstar
And I like my girls to come in two like a pop-tart (Oh my God)
Choose a beat like some bubblegum (Oh my God)
I thought I told ya'll' "Do not fuck with us" (I did)
Hop right in the coupe, hop right in the coupe
I drove around my neighborhood, so she know's its true
Crib sittin' on triple digit acres (Damn)
I gotta' move the dope in silence 'cause my neighbors (Move)
Got bitches in my cribs, with no papers (Woah)
I got a shorty, every color, different flavors (Yeah, yeah)
Independent individual (Skrr, skrr, woo)
Dash on the Maybach digital (Woah)
Viewing all my snaps make you miserable (Woah)
Keep a couple feet, or it might get physical

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Oh lord, oh lord
Don't ask for me, n***a
Sold raw, sold raw
What is half a key, n***a?
True story, should've been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
[Verse 3: Kyle the Hooligan]
Call me the king of the hooligans, yeah
Got me out here acting like a fool again, yeah
All my n***as locked up in the trap again, yeah
Dope bitch out here acting like a mule again (Yeah)
Ya'll' don't want problems with this one (No)
I hit 'em with Balmain and Christian
All of my diamonds be glistening
It's blood, blood, blood, blood, im consistent (Baow)
I just copped jewelry from Houston (Hey)
Feel like im 2Pac in Juice now (Hey)
Fredro Starr here with the goose down (Skrr)
Throw a n***a off the roof now (Down)
But don't make me do it, don't make me do it (No)
Still got the trap-car, pull up in the Buick (Skrr)
Don't wanna' talk about, won't interview it (No)
I ain't Snapchat the party, just so you can view it (Yeah)

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Oh lord, oh lord
Don't ask for me, n***a
Sold raw, sold raw
What is half a key, n***a?
True story; shoulda' been a dope dealer
If rap didn't work, I could've been a dope dealer
My brother grew up, turned in to a dope dealer
My mamma said "Son don't turn in to a dope dealer"
So what I do?
[Outro: SAINt JHN]
Move pack n***a
Don't gotta' act n***a
We know that's a fact n***a
Chase a chicken like a fat n***a
New Jag n***a
Who are those
New Jag n***a