Chorus - Unlocking doors with no key of

Dope/

Feel in my veins, watch me

Overdose/

Spitting all scriptures catch the

Holy Ghost/

Burning all this bread got me

Comatose (toast)/

Od 10x

V1- I’m glad that hood never took me

Under/

Still frost bitten by cold tundra/

When making bread man they gon

Wonder but only fam got my phone

Number/

Trying to play outside by it’s a cold

Summer/

Now they all confused like I Ruben

Studdard (stutter)/

All of the days I was scared of

Lightning/

But I’m okay see? (OKC), watch me

Bring the thunder/

I used to want to sign to Roc-A-Fella/

Could’ve upped sticks for that

Mozzarella/

My name ain’t bob but imma get the

Chеddar/

Made it through the storm like

Maywhеather, gotta a Nigga feeling

Like the best ever/

I was jumping hurdles, feeling like a

Turtle, came out my shell, put you in

The shredder, X marks the spot now I’m

Searching for treasure/

All these has-beens' and these

Whatnots/

I was I’m broke as hell, this where the

Buck stop/

Earned all my stripes, now I’m calling

Shots/

Went from tippy toes to the tip top/

You know what time it is fuck a

Wristwatch/

Don’t need Dead Prez, this for hip

Hop/

Only making hits and certified bops/

With this red beam, I’m a cyclops/

Now they want to DM X man (DMX)

(X-Men)/

Don’t want to help him out but want a

Helping hand/

But it’s all cool I never needed fans/

I’d rather march with the contraband/

I’m keeping it Gucci like Dapper

Dan/

It’s always a strike when drop the pen/

I feel it in the air so I gotta wind/

You gon get this work I’m never

Calling in/

You ran out of lux with loaded dice/

Life is hella trife, so I’m on a quest

Come and join the tribe, love live phife/

I know this shit don’t come overnight/

The fruits of my labor is always ripe/

Imma still write in the afterlife/

Jesus Christ, I have to sacrifice/

Spending time with my son before I

Pay the price/

Money never made my days sunny/

Hart like Kevin so they acting funny/

Rap till my tomb like I’m a mummy/

The puppeteer that’s pulling all

Strings/

This is the book how to rap for

Dummies/

Wiping noses cause they all runny/

Pocket full of cheese keep a smile on

Me/

Married to this shit, holy matrimony/

On my way To the playoffs they way

Off, Adolf, there’s no way that can not

See they can’t not see (nazi)/

Imma be this way til my autopsy/

On my way to broadway with no

Posse/

Even Legos couldn’t block me/

Foot off of the brake, they can’t stop

Me/

Been popping way before molly/

Baby boy my bitch bad like Taraji/

Chorus - Unlocking doors with no key of

Dope/

Feel in my veins, watch me

Overdose/

Spitting all scriptures catch the

Holy Ghost/

Burning all this bread got me

Comatose (toast)

Od 10x