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• Bryant Dope
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QB, what’s up?
NY, what’s up?
Worldwide, what’s up?

I wake up, sparked a blunt
Contemplate on what I want
Cold cut, slicing up my speaker like a butcher, son
Eye … smoke like… from Columbians
Meditating heat, positive like a Buddhist monk
My niggas keep the peace by their side
They ain’t the only ones
Keep it in my dome, peaceful thoughts in my home
It’s hard to keep it steady with the world always moving
It’s hard to trust females when these hoes try to use ‘em
My niggas still remember your malls and what you stand for
The game is the devil, a soul snatcher always want more
Agreed as my ash hit his dashboard
Said I’m about my cash more
And niggas keeping peace is like jigsaws
Cash me bump and base, shaking off floor boards
Store hores, pussy shake when I make the kitty purr
Why you try to buy fur to impress her?
I’m feeling it, killing it, on your shit she grippin’ it, nigga

QB, what’s up?
NY, what’s up?
Worldwide, what’s up?

Back to the business, my words cash nerves
So I know that you feel this
Nigga this the realest
All flows mastered like whips and mixed bastards
... cadence, delivery at its greatest
Fucking 9 to 5 boy, I’m out here tryna make it
Lick words until I see powerless
No llamas I packed the knowledge of a scholar
Young king looking for a crown or a dollar
No fathers, we let the street niggas guide us
Losing my religion lately, feeling godless
All I see is violence if they shit on my TV
All I see is violence if they shit in these damn streets
Only making it if I swim in the mainstream
Drowning in the real a victim, if you ask me
A victim to the rap gods, they happy
Rap game war, motherfucker, I’m passed peace

QB, what’s up?
NY, what’s up?
Worldwide, what’s up?

QB, what’s up?
NY, what’s up?
Worldwide, what’s up?

I’m ready for my calling, written all my life
And you know I’m going all in
Every last cent, every check from my employment
Every dream I wrote, every line I put my all in
With every single breath that I take on daily
I exhale stress so it comes back rarely
Really our rap’s on the way to the deli
Now I’m in the booth and I’m smoked out heavy
Same niggas who said niggas wouldn’t listen
Out here now tryna be my competition
But competition means that it might happen
Only way y’all winning if I stop rapping

QB, what’s up?
NY, what’s up?
Worldwide, what’s up?

QB, what’s up?
NY, what’s up?
Worldwide, what’s up?

It’s that new New York shit, nigga

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