Dopeman Heaven lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Found a spot, now the shop set up
Young and dumb, you can't tell us nothin', ain't no discussion
That temptation gotta servin', David Ruffin
Tryna cop that new thang on a [?]
What's up then?
Only leave for blunts and cigarettes
Ain't showered in days, I can't care less
The life we chose, where friend become foes
The spot up the street, we steppin' on toes
Them n*ggas want beef, well let's go
Ain't tryna steal clientele, they custos
Eighth of that hard sh*t, and 8-balls
Broke one down, fifteen stones
Busting out the 12-12s, ain't hard to tell
Every month we chipped in, five homies in jail

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Pop bottles like we won Game 7
Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven
Was so f*cked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant
But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate

[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
I gotta admit that back then I was reckless
Runnin' with some n*ggas that was takin' yo' necklace
Runnin' with some n*ggas that'll eat you for breakfast
It all boiled down to a zip of cat p*ss
So n*gga, miss me with that rap sh*t
Outside, tryna make a circle, do a backflip
Topside, got yo' Unc' baby on the blacklist
Young bull, tuck that 380 in the mattress
Dopeman tryna squeeze water out a cactus
n*ggas stretched all four quarters, no practice
Show 'em how to fill a hundred orders, no napkins
Went from rollin' nicks on the Sonic Six
To middle-mannin' splits, money-makin' Mitch
Monkey on his back, got him shooting dog in his di*k
Pinching out the pack, got him puttin' paws on his b*tch
Sittin' in the max, got my lil' dog out his sh*t
[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Pop bottles like we won Game 7
Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven
Was so f*cked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant
But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate