Lyrics Craig Xen – Dope Dealers

Craig Xen:
Niggas just on this hoe talking shit
Man, fuck y’all niggas

I told em’ come through

Look
Came a long why from the 9th grade moving g’s in the hallway
To a qp of that OG when I roll weed, trying to ball like Pokey in ’03
Put on any beat, I’m crashing
Lot of niggas rap, but they tend to lack passion
When I’m on a mic, then quick take action
Hit the Backwoods, take flight then pass them
Back to the lab and I’m finna cook magic
When I’m on a track niggas know I drop classics
Life is a class best bet I’m passing
All A’s every test niggas that’s mastered
On the way to class got hoes trying to grab me
I tell em’ «Fall back.» Unless they wanna match
We can kick it, we can go half on a sac
And if we get evicted we can crash in the ‘lac

Kay Rillo:
All my shit is dope, so they calling me the dope dealer
All I see are jokes, I look around and I see no killas
‘Sace on me medusa head turn these niggas to statues
Got a high sense of gratitude, but still fuck you my attitude
Playing hoes like an instrument
Me and Jordan stay kicking it
In the Benz that I’m flippin’ it, make the women get into it
Focusing on the prize, can’t carve my name on a grave