the names dope piece - comin straight oudda da gutta called @lanti$ fogtown homie i aint like no other - im rather unique- i gotta family to carry on my shoulders te$laz boy boy we finna run it- gotta saucy mouthpiece - city boy -cid trippin in da hippy van- witta pocketfula phillies n some rubbers-aint here for trophies- this my passion- everybody axin for money already n ive yet to make the butter- well fuck em mayne- see what its gone be like-when i dip my head in the real light- start gettin my hands on the papes-name causin the vapes -actin like we real tight- like we used to steal, fight, rhyme and split the meal type , think cuz u heard me on a track that u know my ass in real life? havin a dmt rush- deep in the cut-keepin the funk -whutt-spreadin peace n the love 'creasin the blunt n seein wassup-whut - inna city of scrubs and middle age chumps who thinkin they run shitt- i aint givin a fuck- im livin it up- i do what i want bitch- fogtown @lantiS baby where u at? we off da map erase the hate envy and jealousy - turn cell memory into melodies-was 17-in cells from felonies- influenced by everything- sense of entity on it's last drop so i'd fill it up wit henny or promethazine - had me creepin in like a centipede not to mention the-93 quest-blessed 2 be- fresh on E- remembering da werdz my O.G was tellin me- bout enemiez -who HIT-LA & adolf his plate like they led regime- they say thou shall not kill-but i keep murderin those who spit- im legit like the jordan 4's wit the rips in it- droppin the jewelz- inhalin the fuel- eh- jus let me enter my source field for a minute-i be dat hippy who trippin on acid-kickin it in da ac flickin my ashes-swervin n hittin the curbz while i pass ya -beard in tact don't fuck wit moustaches - up in @lanti$ -b-boy stancin- ounce of piff u kno im zig zaggin -high- prolly da reason why- i spit like this but conversate wit an accent huh

check me out yall - werd life -yo how ya livin son X2 bluntheadfred it's time to get mine and imma shine no doubt-still twissin up skunk wit da cottonmouth- pass it round spark it up for the livest one-still lickin on blunts till it hurts my tongue- cough a lung- fogtowns where da the fuck im from- i aint wit dem bad vibes im jus tryna have fun- no gunz never on the run all about my funds get my feet blessed wit dem retro 3's fuck #1's- how ya livin- it's like this and like dat- me and dope piece and we rollin up da backwood so fat it could leave u on ur back-fakin no jax got no strings attached- my pop passed so im rollin wit an angel im grateful-look in da sky n see his halo - n they kno-im jus out here chasin peso- n u a fool if u think ur girl faithful mike'l how ya livin -how ya livin today - yo how ya livin son- will tomorow be the same? yo x4 dope piece peep the scene check the spot and the time on the watch - twiss the green in the blunt -tuck my jeans in my sox -incase police wanna stop me or g'z wanna front- i post up on the stoop then take a steem of da skunk - view the bigger picture-but it remainz the same ol same i fear no man i feel no pain- in my b-boy stance -socks sandals sweatapants-elevate to another level i can't see no lames- hop in mpv throw it in drive- scoop the misses so i feel the energy by my side- bump some basement biggie deep thru the styx where we ride- all i got in this life is criminal ties, positive vibes and piece signz righttt, crate diggaz - drink like we got 8 livers, take swigz of ray liqour-conversate on ways to make figure4-chew lobsters wit my j's kickin-finish it off with an oo-op -who tryna tell me dAt i aint livin?

cream fiend with a mean a dream bump-bump-bump-bump in my big black chucks creepin thru fogtown doin whatta want smokin my herb - no bammer no bunk im jus a chill kid no hammers i can't front-like- whut- u think my style ain't shabby enuff? bitch my rhymes fat like jabba the hut i'll damage n snuff - any beat. grab the mic- talk about sumthin different then stabbin u up-like- boy boy- we get er get er dun coolin witta cool brew, smokin on da skunk un bibbidi d-oo-op- u kno we havin fun-fun ganja twissin bumpin str8 trippin son trill shit- we up on the mic speakin realness haters can't feel this shit but im still sick say im whack well ya lyin man this rude boy go retarded like i am sam

maintain x8 dope piece maintain- never change lanes\mouthpiece fulla smoke - pants wit da tang stains -woke up - re -up'd reup'd in da same day- werd 2 ODB shame on the one who tryna run game gets my dick licked all over but i ain't hittin licks then i dip to the store to cop me some phillie sticks then i sit on the motor when i creep thru da styx when i was dead sober mane i couldn't picture this i got- 50 g's of weed- feathers green like a clover only got 1 ride- da MPV wit da stoners + i got my whole team on my shoulders n they been werkin out so it's hard for me not to lean over :) for them cameraz socks and sandalz on b-boy stancin- elevating off the ground im standin on astral livin- acid trippin-passin phillies-tang we sippin- magnificent mad sufficient - hittin skinz wit stamina- gimme dat gimme dat gin 2 the liver later smoke 2 my skull food in the refrigerator pull moves under full moons to produce the paper bringin the brand new flavor wit my bredgrens in the layer- o yayer i be broke then a mofucka- but a keeps a fridge fulla food n i smoke like a mofucka- pluss i got the tanqueray wit da juice fuck like a mofucka- got a lady over here accin rude so if u aint kno wassup wit these mofuckas- then u can get the fuck up out the room maintain mak11

another one of those thangzz take a look out the window see the crooks and the g'z the pushers and fiends s.u.v's leaving hookers on streets so i direct my attention to a book i can read or an empty sheet of loosleaf that i can fill up with ink while city boys fillin ar-15's up wit l-e-a-d leave u r.i.p to catch wreck for his team catch cases in different places, stealin base and bass amps oudda homes instead of catchin in outfield stealin bases and homeplate for his team i mean- im jussa trippy hooligan white cracker lanky albino lookin never accin like a fool droolin for moola duelin wit superman persure future plans , power moves under full moons in my newest stance smoke a dime while my tanqueray digest find a place my 3rd eye can hide in some colour as trident , but i'm still ballin i was elevating but now the 3rd dimension where i been falling push m.p.v thru the foggy street where the crimey grimey skeets grind and hoodrats always tryna freak my fasique- on a level competition dyin to reach and these jordan # 4's keep me on my feet but i believe i cannot seek- materials to fill spiritual needs and tears won't heal any pain that my soul may recieve no money clip no rubbin dick no gummies no money tryna see no broke funny shit only get poonani if ur crotch and pockets stuck on thick then she'll want ya to poo on her like b.i.g's skit in life after death yes-yes chickity chickity check- i learned my game from the best make music to caress the soul inside my chest -whip matchin the threads nuff respect to the fogtown crew- nuff respect to him her and you positive vibes & piece signz crackin packin and passin phillies stackin billies u wit a slack committee we rollin deep in gritty in the back of the city street lights and moonlight fight for attention thru the fog surveillance cameras capture transactions preformed - thats a newbie job drug busts in the cellar tryna locate packages transported by propellers jump out back windows wit da fellaz stomp in timboots smoke endo essence essential to maintain the mellow my credentials and fundamentals my incentive to gain cents(sense) in my bank and melon peelin grape backwoods- fill it wit grade A and feelin great that guud - stealin weight n peelin way respect that jux- how we leave em straight no d.o.a aint livin off evil jus dem illegal ways kinda gay the way we leave em ass out enter our area, sippin tanqueray till i pass out ear pressed to the phone, makin moves in our glass house seen your crew do the opposite of stand out now its understood whatchu mad bout i be dat fogtown hooligan- dope piece da rula man threw me in a pool of gin- trippin off hallucinogens life's a game u lose we in J collection numerous but refuse to consume jus to illuminate never abuse the human brain by fillin it up wit foolish thangz we are the new age crusades comin to reboot the game i burned my loot paid my dues and let em keep the change let the evils turn away- while we burn the sage - eh sittin low in this cadillac passenger seat hungry - might eat these oreos right offa my feet dummies- keep axin for collabs and a beat but somethin keep on tellin me they pockets ran oudda cream-funny smoked out- loc'd out status is asperatus prophets countin prophet till pockets can't even get no fatter ya see we murder mc's everyday l.s.d inside my veins after 16 shots of tango, i was feelin it from my toes in my sandlas to my pineal in my kangol after 16 shots of tango i was strippin off the hootchies materials- she was wearin and throw her legs on top of the panel

do whatchu wana do break em off summin gotta get mine respective dope piece it's like this n like dat n like this and un the mini bic lit the phillie stick in my lips n un breathe- before i flip like an apple my moms still call me and my cuz her lil rascalz AUM symbol on me like a muslim remy martin bottles gettin guzzled scuffle wit busters flustering customers got me cussin cracker on a higher calliber boozed up like frank gallager never smoked a blunt from el savador i rub the buddah head- before i leave the crib just a trippy hooligan-who will inherit endless ends don't wanna get up and run like forest gump at all rather chill in the cut lick blunts till my toungue fall off exersise my mental and fundamentals substance n advancements happen when u keep luv- no snub at da pencil i blow dat sess out son got oo ops fulla dat o shit u got tourette's when u let that breathe out mazeymenace i stay real no lie i aint like these sly mother fuckas that switch sides and ran by i been cold on the inside since by dad died right infrront of my eyes leavin me traumatized fuck god i'm still tryin to keep the faith devil got a hold of me and i cant seem to break away u got an ego mane watch how much i take away rock u in your face watch u dwayne wade fade away hoes luvin how i flow on the track, give dap to the fact that im dope n u wack luh i aint a g been it rare that im ever shook u been a puss since u crawled out yo mommas bush im supposed to be blown like when i gat pop white boy rippin goin harder then some crack rock fuckin dummy what more u want from me if this rap don't work ill stack dope boy money- let get it

i be rollin up my phillies like likity split only chillin wit my homies i got history wit x2 luh this gringo stylin doh without designer clothes tryna go to golden roads with some hoes to motor boat had chucks in the todem poll now retro's in da only soul besides da emotion released when me and my homies flow ya hunny walk in undun wit nuttin but her panties on like a movie on da big screen when i see it now im cummin on he tummy-the destination im landin on she squirtin in the sheets n she still screamin to sum it all up buddy u dummies aint on the tip we on cuz if u was u would be seein the dreams im seein homie- money talks -bullshit runs marathons so see ya n i wouldn't wanna be ya the position that im in got me smokin all the crop got me up a 5 o'clock outchea tryna clock the guap witta misses in my bed the whole city dyna fuck wanna tryna but aint gunna cuz im da only one she want , i be

dope piece as i scroll down the curb no werds stroll out my oral not concerned as i swerve past the merge but im nervous cuz im on my way to the church pew, palm fulla floral this the first time i seen a homie hearse'd - i hug his momma- i know life throws you obstacles but this a hell of a hurdle only 18 years old- still had so much longer to go and i-i- to young to have control of my emotions i cr-cr-cried - swear i could've drowned an ocean thinkin of the times we spent, runnin the streets as little kids no matter how much i get bent off tanqueray and phillie sticks still feel like i remember every little thing we did from skateboardin n wheelie tricks now i jus sip to reminisce - bout ballin in the park dark nights- city lights or prank callin the narcs or your pops oudda spite before u packed up, moved, got introduced to- XXXXX never knew that should would ever put a stop-to you life im wishin-we'd switch positions-or atleast could kick it-blaze a doobie n hold that shit in the sky one more time, cuz i miss ya, i-i-i miss ya it's alwayz the guud ones that have to die yungwise third eye beemin luv all im seein 1 chain-1god-1gun i believe in up inside my mind and he doin mad heelin stuck up on da grind given knowledge to receive it we in and outchea thru these lanes we be peelin look up in the sky thought i seen my man i know i feel em in my breathe keeo my fuckin chest beatin no sleep for the weak comin on the creep-gotta be eatin im on my r.i.p shit- matty b shit wishin u were here but i know u aint gone all part my source field keep force field gleemin everywhere around me- still puttin me on everday we keep on skeemin glock 19- got the gold n cream and we mink rug deamin got da pussy steemin up window seats flyin up sun rays beemin-hop on the plane high as a fuck hop up on the track n we bout to get buck- kno how ur man rap he be on some fly stuff- livin too fast aint no catchin up why is it always the guud ones that have to die younng