Product of the dope game

Mama wanted no pain

Papa wanted cocainePapa smokin′ pot over the pot

Over the stove flame

Dollar short from acquirin' no change

Started out with no shame

To ridin′ 'round in Mulsanne

Tolerance high, feel no pain

Cotton mouth with guys who got the code names

I remember nodding' out, too hot, just watching′ Soul Train

Now I′m yachtin' out the boat brain

Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain

Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac

Too icy to be fightin′

Too godly for a battle rap

Too nice to be in cyphers

Too deep for moderation

Too free for exoneration

And seekin' validation

Young, black, receivin′ salutations

Product of the dope game

Mama wanted no pain

Papa wanted cocaine

Papa smokin' pot over the pot

Over the stove flame

Flier than the sky

I am the pilot of the soul plane

Writer of the ′pyro

I was a writer way before fame

All y'all dudes is cyber

I come from the bottom right by the soil

Where the rose came

I'm too private to try to expose lames

And I′m too violent to be ridin′ with those things

I'm too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us

If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon′ watch the "Control" change

I'm way too vicious to ask for my respect

I′m way too Michelin for the dissin', man, listen

Even mindin′ my business I deal with entire sets

Always on time to collect, like the IRS

Product of the dope game

Nostril full of cocaine

Violence over dyin', over war games

Die here and get choked, lames

Die here in the choke chains

Advise you in the full, mane

Siamese, your whole Frame

How can I be washed?

I'm havin′ shooter, rifle thoughts

Suicidal thoughts

I should be writin′ these rhymes in the diary of Cobain

Beat him 'til his Bible lost

Beat him ′til he dies and then

Beat his body 'til we revive ′em

And his po's came

Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke

Where I come from, I sell the dope, you do the dope

My brethren, I′m not a legend, I'm not a vet'

Do not address me as second, I′m the best

You niggas always sleepin′, I'd rather stay woke

They say you are what you eat, but I never ate G.O.A.T

I went from straight poor to shoppin′ malls

And Wraiths blowin' gray smoke

Dialed in like conference calls

Strapped up like Waco

Playin′ Hov, Friend or Foe

Lost friends like Ross and Rachel

In the road, big bro was a criminal

Give you L's, gimme O′s

The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji's, hoe

My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes

Never compromisin′ my intellect for the Internet

Just send these goals in the rose

How the fuck this nickel-ninin′, Yes Man

When 24/7, I stay in the no

'Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris

′Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs

I don't age