T-Swole - The Dope

Niggas thought I was gon fail, I tell em gon hail the ice in my motherfucking crown
The ice in this brown drink got me stirring and slurring
Blink, vision blurry but I'm focused
I noticed niggas love you more when you in peril not apparel
It's apparent, the crabs in the barrel wish you terror 'til you paraphernelia use and abusing
People are losing, so they choosing dope to cope
Eyes on Confucius, it's confusing
Comes fused with my whole generation, yeah
Times hard B, can't catch a break yet
We smile hardly
Yeah, fake it 'til you make it but why are we told to be complacent
Told to be patient, tryna' pass your peer the baton
But they the ones you race with and leading the nation is a racist
I know you want to hear cold fucking flows
After all it's the dope T-Swole bringing gold, smoking Platinum for the soul
Speaking these words from my heart and it's art
Thank Allah, my nigga Da'Vinci came a part of the vision
And my brother Musa gave me a platform to make them listen
I'm still wishing for the rest of my bros
Stop dismissing the fact that we ain't gotta do what we're told and join the mission
We could all eat off what I'm dishing cause
I want to see them all at the top with me, dawg
Blowing trees, no bark in my yard
Went from playing ball in park to in cars tryna' spark a little light in the dark
This why I'm writing y'all a little prescription
Hope it fit the description of the symptoms we're conditioned with
The condition is lack of hope
Self doubt masked in jokes and expensive dreams defeated by being broke and yet we addicted to it
It's The Dope

I even wrote like a few quick shoutouts, I'm just gonna run thru them real quick
My nigga Ryan, we got it
Howard, we got it
Everybody that helped with this project, we fucking got it
Shout out Suede, you smoother than that though
I gotta change your name to like Raspy Ras or something like that
Cuz you growing up, voice about to be deeper than mine in 2 months
And my bro, Dre Layne stop playing and do what you want to do
You already got what you need from NYU, so talk how you want to, ball how you want to
Know we got West Indian parents and they old school but I want to see you happy bro
Want to see all my brothers happy (Even you Ra)
No funerals, no jail visits or fighting over phone time
Just success, weddings and more life
And more indo to smoke cause you know we can't live without that dope
Yeah

Written by:
Brandon Thomas

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