Can't U Tell Remix - Dj Noodles, Jay Rock, Pitbull

My father was heavy in the dope game

I’m talking early 80s

You know them coke days

At a tender age I was breastfed cocaine

That was my first intro to the dope game

Grew up watching Tony Montanas in real life

It’s only right I wanted to be Tony in real life

At 14 I started selling weed, moved on to acid, LSD

My mom found a stash and flushed, the whole thing

Oh Shit, now its time for a plan B

Caught my first 8-Ball at 120

Broke it drown and flipped it for 3

Did it a couple times, flipped O-Z's

From there, I was on my way keys

Got saved by the rap game, and that was it for me

Damn I came from the dope game

Dope game raised me

I’ve been getting money since the 80s

While my hoes tryna tame me

I was making sure some fool paid me

While rap guys tell fiction

I’m in the courtroom beating the conviction'

I play hard in Detroit like a piston (what else?)

My weed bags be chunky, call it Lipton

Lipton, homie what it be like

Sit the pot in the ice so it freeze right

Take the cookie out, put it on the bounty

I’m from the go-game, homie kings county (what else?)

Master criminal activity

Flatness squeeze, clack, clack willingly

Credit card scams, i bust checks on 'em

Anything to get green like the jets on 'em

I swing bars like dope, blow

My 16's be the o’s, my flow be the coke

Money ain’t green even though i got soap

The trap house looking like a ski slope

Money, that is my wife

Put a ring on my wallet and guard it with my life

You see the coup, the products in the muffler

Call me Larry Flynt, jack I’m a hustler

When it comes to this shit I’m a monster

And when it comes to this shit you win an Oscar

Welch ass nigga you’s a Simp

Me, I’m a pimp, leg’s fine but I limp

Got cane, candy red rain

Jay got Beyonce, I settle for Celine

Cash heavy gotta move it with a crane

My bread crazy, bank account insane

When Trazz on the track it’s certified crack

Baggie hit the streets you can watch your money stack

Rap’s like the crack game, now I’m in a trap

Pay me 30 stacks, see your money double back, uh)

My 16's come out doper than codeine (what?)

One verse from Trazz, get you bigger than protein (yeah)

Music b-boy, beats i destroy

Flick my style and watch the pockets key lord

Whether rap or crack all the same (same)

Heroin flow, got it running through my veins

Stay in my post while they fiend for a dose

And see my product travel all the way down the coast

Oooh, It’s like a virus, they got to try this

I love the green you’d swear I was Irish

I write my bars and sell them by the jars (jars)

The fiends here can’t get enough, like el da barge, know why?

Now you can A-town stomp or you can rock away

But when I was hustling I never gave a rock away

They say St. Louis raised me, certified 80s baby

Been through a lot of shit for months, like a pregnant lady

All I remember is crip and blood differences

Some niggas made it out but others we remember them

But on the better note know we all getting money now

My past was no joke but everything funny now

I’m talking stress-free Bentley is nestle

Mr. What-the-hook-gone-be (Murphy lee!) that’s me

Spending all money, sometimes on your honey

Taking turns for me, she making that to-go money

I’m glad I’m smart enough not to do a lot of stuff

Never had to prove that the young dude was hard enough

Even though I came from the city where I came from

Moves made all around me but I ain’t saying nothing

Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game

150 grams of soda mixed with cocaine

The iron chef, I whip it up in hell’s kitchen (tell 'em)

Shit it’s all in the wrist, boy I’m nice with it

Get a coffee pot hot, drop some ice in it

Take it out, chop it down, put a price with it

Frank Lucas had the blue magic

I’m like Freeway Rick, I move traffic

I’m a hustler baby, things tryin' talk me down

I’m like fuck you, pay me

Funds got bigger, guns got bigger

The block got dry then we robbing them dealers

When they come through, then we at it again

Cooking pies, do or die, but we at it to win

Got goons that’ll bust, tell 'em where and when

Wide city dope boy, I got money to spend

Motherfucker!