Dopeman Heaven - Intellectual

[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 niggas want beef, well let's go

Ain't tryna steal clientele, they custos

Eighth of that hard shit, 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

Pop bottles like we won Game 7

Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven

Was so fucked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant

But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate

I gotta admit that back then I was reckless

Runnin' with some niggas that was takin' yo' necklace

Runnin' with some niggas that'll eat you for breakfast

It all boiled down to a zip of cat piss

So nigga, miss me with that rap shit

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

Niggas 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 dick

Pinching out the pack, got him puttin' paws on his bitch

Sittin' in the max, got my lil' dog out his shit

Pop bottles like we won Game 7

Ounce of stones everyday, dopeman heaven

Was so fucked up, serve a dope fiend pregnant

But I was on my knuckles back then, I was desperate