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Yeah... It’s that dope fiend dream sh*t Turn the lights off, turn the pain up Rest in peace to the old me Most Dope Roach (Verse 1) I came out the casket, still smellin’ like dope, From a land full of fiends where the reaper take notes. Pumpin' that pressure, I’m passin’ out smoke, They talk loyalty, then they cutthroat. Canton raised, devil in my veins, Used to sleep with the rats, now I’m iced out chains. Horror beat knockin’, this the sound of the trap, Ain’t no love in the street—just a map and a strap. (Break) All black hoodie like I’m huntin' the night, Every loss I took turned to hunger and fight. Every fake homie just fueled my spite, I don’t need no friends—I just need that white. (Hook) Dope dreams, street nightmares, demons in my mind, Canton cold, I sold my soul just to buy some time. Money on my plate, but the trust been declined, Don’t trust a bitch or a bro—they’ll leave you behind. Dope dreams, street nightmares, walkin’ with the curse, Hustle out the coffin, put my pain in a verse. They smile in your face, then they plot on your hearse, So I’m movin’ like a villain—gotta strike me first. (Verse 2) Mixin’ Xans with the Henny, I ain't feelin' no fear, Every line that I write is a ghost in the mirror. Blew through the fire, came back with the crown, Most Dope Roach, I hold death face-down. Bitch ain't loyal, homie ain't either, Heart like a freezer, Glock got a fever. Whippin' that work like a chef in the dark, Moonlight on my wrist, leave a shine when I spark. (Break) Trenches taught me: never fold, never beg, Saw my life flash quick, still stood on my leg. Casket dreams, trap fiends, and regret, But I cash in pain like a devil’s roulette. (Hook) Dope dreams, street nightmares, demons in my mind, Canton cold, I sold my soul just to buy some time. Money on my plate, but the trust been declined, Don’t trust a bitch or a bro—they’ll leave you behind. Dope dreams, street nightmares, walkin’ with the curse, Hustle out the coffin, put my pain in a verse. They smile in your face, then they plot on your hearse, So I’m movin’ like a villain—gotta strike me first. (Outro – Spoken like Dolph) Yeah, I made it out the grave with a bag in my hand. Pain made me rich, fake made me stand. I ain’t trustin’ nothin’ but the plan… And the Glock by the fan.
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Yeah... It’s that dope fiend dream sh*t Turn the lights off, turn the pain up Rest in peace to the old me Most Dope Roach (Verse 1) I came out the casket, still smellin’ like dope, From a land full of fiends where the reaper take notes. Pumpin' that pressure, I’m passin’ out smoke, They talk loyalty, then they cutthroat. Canton raised, devil in my veins, Used to sleep with the rats, now I’m iced out chains. Horror beat knockin’, this the sound of the trap, Ain’t no love in the street—just a map and a strap. (Break) All black hoodie like I’m huntin' the night, Every loss I took turned to hunger and fight. Every fake homie just fueled my spite, I don’t need no friends—I just need that white. (Hook) Dope dreams, street nightmares, demons in my mind, Canton cold, I sold my soul just to buy some time. Money on my plate, but the trust been declined, Don’t trust a bitch or a bro—they’ll leave you behind. Dope dreams, street nightmares, walkin’ with the curse, Hustle out the coffin, put my pain in a verse. They smile in your face, then they plot on your hearse, So I’m movin’ like a villain—gotta strike me first. (Verse 2) Mixin’ Xans with the Henny, I ain't feelin' no fear, Every line that I write is a ghost in the mirror. Blew through the fire, came back with the crown, Most Dope Roach, I hold death face-down. Bitch ain't loyal, homie ain't either, Heart like a freezer, Glock got a fever. Whippin' that work like a chef in the dark, Moonlight on my wrist, leave a shine when I spark. (Break) Trenches taught me: never fold, never beg, Saw my life flash quick, still stood on my leg. Casket dreams, trap fiends, and regret, But I cash in pain like a devil’s roulette. (Hook) Dope dreams, street nightmares, demons in my mind, Canton cold, I sold my soul just to buy some time. Money on my plate, but the trust been declined, Don’t trust a bitch or a bro—they’ll leave you behind. Dope dreams, street nightmares, walkin’ with the curse, Hustle out the coffin, put my pain in a verse. They smile in your face, then they plot on your hearse, So I’m movin’ like a villain—gotta strike me first. (Outro – Spoken like Dolph) Yeah, I made it out the grave with a bag in my hand. Pain made me rich, fake made me stand. I ain’t trustin’ nothin’ but the plan… And the Glock by the fan.
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