Hey, yo, you walkin' through Shadowville right now, homey.
I gotta palomino horse with versacci saddle
I'm a cocaine cowboy with crops 'n' cattle
Half dog & jackal pop Don like snapple
Got my first paycheck when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
2 or 3 at a time cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample bought my Mom's a castle
Bought pops a fuckin' non filter box of camels
Comp soft 'n' fragile get stomped & trampled
While they bitch in my car tryin' to bob for apples
Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals
Take hits off homemade bong with handles
It's a lawless battle as my toughts unravel
Pull my gun & like eggs niggas dodge & scramble
Still lost in travel & my hearts in shambles
While the seeds in my weed snap pop 'n' crackle.
[Chorus:] [x2]
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope House Mind?
Who shines in the dark in these end of times?
Line after line who keeps it the realest?
[Carolyn:] Only you cause the others too scared to live it.
I do videos with a bunch of pretty hoes
In a benz wearin' K-mart dicky clothes
Give a toast listen close to that nigga Los
When we was hungry Mom would say "Get the fishin' poles"
Really though back when I sported chilli bowls
& used to dream about rappin' on Jenny Jones
My city throwed stop actin' like you didn't know
Gettin' rich 'n' we still screamin' "Give me mo'!"
In the pro's gotta stay on your tippy toes
They try to kill me few bullets came really close
Now the bitch is froze twisted in a wicked pose
& his toes mo' colder than my Michelobs
Diggin' holes like I'm a tryin' to find some hidden gold.
He got nice shoes, wonder if I fit on those?
The sickest flows, I got guns that can kill a ghost
At the club wearin' dead man's Kenneth Coles.
[Chorus:] [x2]
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope House Mind?
Who shines in the dark in these end of times?
Line after line who keeps it the realest?
[Carolyn:] Only you cause the others too scared to live it.
Candy blue 5 parker & a moonlight sparker
Let me tell you 'bout the life of a pure white rocker
A true live baller, might cruise my 'paler
Or just soak in the sun & take a poolside caller
It's the hood fly talker & if you like drama
I'm the rapper that'll rap you in a 2-ply partner
With the fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharper
Then that thing they was swangin' at the Luke Skywalker
Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on the
Fuckin' brain that ain't been sane since a cute shy toddler
My new 9's hotter than a July jogger
Or even me on the news sayin' "Oh hi Mama"
Never knew my father 'til I grew quite larger
But by then I was 10 walkin' through high water
Old dude tried harder then a suicide bomber
I'm like "Dad is too late, I'm a fool, why bother?"
[Chorus:] [x4]
Who fucks with the rhyme of the dope House Mind?
Who shines in the dark in these end of times?
Line after line who keeps it the realest?
[Carolyn:] Only you cause the others too scared to live it.
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