Dope Man

When I pretend everything is what I want it to be

I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see

When I pretend to forget about the criminal I am

Stealing second after second just 'cause I know I can

But I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay

I'm just trying to bend the truth

I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be

So I'm lying my way from you

If you feelin like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

This is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force

Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche

Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced

Middle finger to the Lord, grip I'm a boss

Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin

All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin

All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin

But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it

Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots

London, Japan and I'm straight off the block

Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block

I can run it back cause I'm straight with the Roc

If you feelin like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

This is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda

I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover

Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir

Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya

But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin

Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'em

Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling

In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin

with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve

At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen

I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean

No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

I remember what they taught to me

Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be

Remember listening to all of that and this again

So I pretended up a person who was fitting in

And now you think this person really is me and

Trying to bend the truth

The more I push the more I'm pulling away

'Cause I'm

Lying my way from you

No, no turning back now

I want to be pushed aside

So let me go

No, no turning back now

Let me take back my life

I'd rather be all alone

No turning back now

Anywhere on my own

'Cause I can see

No, no turning back now

The very worst part of you

The very worst part of you

Is me

This isn't what I want it to be

I never thought that what I said

Would have you running from me

Like this

This isn't what I want it to be

I never thought that what I said

Would have you running from me

Like this

This isn't what I want it to be

I never thought that what I said

Would have you running from me

Like this

This isn't what I want it to be

I never thought that what I said

Would have you running from me

Like this

You

No turning back now

I want to be pushed aside

So let me go

No, no turning back now

Let me take back my life

I'd rather be all alone

No turning back now

Than anywhere on my own

'Cause I can't see

No, no turning back now

The very worst part of you

The very worst part of you

Is me