A rapid-fire lyrical assault that flips the 'dope boy' label on its head. Every bar is loaded with internal rhyme and double meaning — the hustle is real, but the product is pure vision.
I'm manifesting the blessing, never stressing the guessing
It's a lesson in finesse, keep 'em pressing and messing
With the vision, the precision, I made the decision
To bypass the division and the derision of prison
They see the elevation, the reputation, the station
Built on meditation, dedication, and liberation
Sometimes it's serendipity, moving with agility
Transforming my fragility into high utility and ability
The trajectory is heavenly, check the recipe mentally
I handle the adversity chemically and steadily
Do I look like I sell drugs? How come they call me the dope boy then
Is it the walk or the talk or the way that I win
Do I look like I sell drugs? How come they call me the dope boy then
I'm just addicted to the vision, let the rhythm begin
I'm a phenomenon, a marathon I'm running on
The paragon of carrying on until the barren's gone
They call it fluke, they call it luck, they call it fate
I call it weight, I call it great, I call it plate
Whether the dice roll or the nice soul took control
I kept the goal in the bowl and I sold my soul
To the artistry, no larceny, just the mastery
Charging my battery through every tragedy and flattery
The resilience is brilliance, a million in the pavilion
I'm the civilian turned villain to every opinion in the dominion
Do I look like I sell drugs? How come they call me the dope boy then
Is it the walk or the talk or the way that I win
Do I look like I sell drugs? How come they call me the dope boy then
I'm just addicted to the vision, let the rhythm begin
If the flow is addictive, don't be restrictive
My narrative is comparative, a growth imperative
They see the vogue, they think I'm a rogue
But I'm just prologue to a dialogue in a synagogue
Is it skill? Tell me! Is it luck? Who cares
When the bill is paid and the truck is there
I'm a magician of ambition, a technician of condition
I don't need a permission to fulfill my mission
They want the substance, I give 'em the abundance
Living in redundance with a hustle of reluctance
Yeah... I'm high on life, I'm drunk on purpose
If I make it look easy, it's because I did the service
It's a different mentality, a shifting reality
I've got the vitality to escape the formality
Forget the legality, check the spirituality
I survived the brutality and the cold locality
Every setback was a get-back, a heavy net-back
I'm the wet-back to the jet-pack, never let back
They want to analyze, scrutinize, and minimize
But I specialize to actualize and rise in size
Whether it's strategic or telepathic and painless
I'm aimless to be famous, just keep the soul stainless
Do I look like I sell drugs? How come they call me the dope boy then
Is it the walk or the talk or the way that I win
Do I look like I sell drugs? How come they call me the dope boy then
I'm just addicted to the vision, let the rhythm begin
Skill or luck... does it matter when the sun hits the gold
They keep asking for the "plug." I told 'em, I am the socket