Uhh Most Dope lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro]
Most Dope, hey
Andrew Lloyd, my f*ckin' man
Hey, uh

[Verse 1]
With my backpack on as I dip from class
If my mom see I'm gone, she gon' kick my ass
Hop in the whip and laugh, I got some piff to grab
Then go and scoop TreeJ, then sit and pass around the weed
While we talk about life and all the different ways to get rich overnight
sh*t, I think I'ma be a billionaire
But, this life here ain't really fair
I try to do my own thing, be a little different
See, I'm just tryin' to spit about this life that I'm livin'
And if it was a game, I be playin' extra innings
Never be the same, tryin' to find out where I fit in, uh
I'm in the sky, but I haven't found a limit
So I'ma keep risin' for another couple minutes
Until I reach maximum altitude, Himalayan mountain view
I get refreshed without a Mountain Dew
They wonder 'bout this Malcolm dude
Oh, that's just my government name
No Republican, you never see me runnin' with lames
I got the Most Dope with me from city to city
Lookin' for a spot to get tipsy
Carry music that I Hussle like Nipsey
The type of bars puttin' stones in your kidneys
I think I found my passion
Used to play sports, now all I play is Madden
Hey, I used to hoop like Okafor
Now there's Henny bottles where all of my trophies were
The boy's from the north, married to the speaker
If you don't know me, it's nice to meet ya
[Interlude]
Haha, yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Verse 2]
It was all a dream, I used to read Vibe magazine
Picture myself right on the cover lookin' clean
With some size thirty jeans and a medium tee
You ain't fresh 'til it fit right, get like me
See, he never tried to be a G
Tricks is for kids, got 'em hidden in my sleeve
Which cover my tattoos, oh yeah, Script sh*t
While this Earth stay spinnin' like a kickflip
A misfit in this clique-filled world
Groupies tryin' to holla while I'm chillin' with my girl
'Cause I'm all that, ha, no Nickelodeon
Address the class when I'm standin' at the podium
They don't believe me, guess I'm the only one
See this path gets slippery, petroleum jelly
Sittin' by the tele watchin' movies
I be Up In The Air, no George Clooney
Killin' 'em softly with The Fugees
Walkin' in the party like I own the place, "Who's he?"
Somebody answer that, you see them stand and clap
The boy got presents like Santa's bag, haha

[Outro]
Just some motherf*ckin' kids
We just some motherf*ckin' kids
Tryna get it how we live, do it big
Just some motherf*ckin' kids
We just some motherf*ckin' kids
Tryna do it big, get it how we live
Homie, we the sh*t, ha-ha
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