Dolph Speaks lyrics

The same young n*gga that moved motherf*ckin mom and dad out the hood, n*gga
Out the motherf*ckin hood, n*gga
To a motherf*ckin crib with a big kitchen n*gga, a big living room, [?] and all this sh*t, n*gga
We came from sh*t, n*gga
That's me n*gga, I did that
No rap money, n*gga
You smell that?
I'm the same young n*gga
Come through the motherf*ckin hood
Running from the motherf*ckin police in that stupid ass Coope, n*gga
You smell me?
I'm the same young n*gga
Pop up in the motherf*ckin cafateria
Counting a motherf*ckin band
In front of the lunch line in high school
You smell me?
I'm the same motherf*ckin n*gga
That when I f*cked up and dropped my first CD
Bullsh*t, I pressed out 20,000 coppys
Gave them motherf*ckers away
Deep off this sh*t
Got these n*ggas mad
You feel me?
Well guess what?
I don't give a f*ck about these pus*ys
You smell me?
Real recognise real
Money respect money
Dolph don't respect [?]
Shout out to the west coast, shout out to the east coast, shout out to the whole damb south, n*gga
Texas, Florida, Mississippi
[?] Alabama, all this sh*t, the midwest, I can't even say all of y'all
Shout out to all of y'all out there for rocking with the kid
The illest n*gga in this sh*t
n*gga I am Blue Magic, n*gga
Come on, man
Tim Gates, what's poppin?
Daddy-O, what's poppin, man?