[Lyric] 910 (Afro Dope)

I just hope I don’t offend you
I got so much on my mental
Set me up like who just sent you


Only keep 9 Dimes like my area code
All that cap up in your rap please don’t get exposed
Got your women crush Wednesday touching her toes
While you busy simping buying her a new wardrobe


She ain’t never been to the 910
I caught her attention with my bravado
Taking credit for my work so you Picasso
They just want me up in smoke like Camacho

She ain’t never been to the 910
Comparing murder rates look at Chicago
If you need a lеader I’m the head honcho
Want my rеp you gotta pay this ain’t pro bono
Baby wanna take a trip with me downtown
If I’m the king of the Ville need a show at the crown
I was raised in a city where the talent is found
Boys club cancelled ain’t no longer allowed

Mass murder in the booth need a lookout
Only time you up the tray is at Cookout
Shorty said she like my swag on clubhouse
Aye don’t try to spin the block when I’m up now

I don’t even know, what to do anymore
Obsessed with revenge she gon even the score
Kept you in my life cause it’s you I do adore
Every time I reference you always mi amor

She loving a goat not talking bout beastiality
It is so refreshing she treating me like a majesty
I been off the map and out of touch with reality
Everyday I check the news its another casualty


She ain’t never been to the 910
I caught her attention with my bravado
Taking credit for my work so you Picasso
They just want me up in smoke like Camacho
She ain’t never been to the 910
Comparing murder rates look at Chicago
If you need a leader I’m the head honcho
Want my rep you gotta pay this ain’t pro bono

I don’t know what I’m gonna do
My life is empty without you
So traumatized you must show proof
Don’t come in my life to abuse
Ask me first but please don’t accuse
Wait cause patience is a virtue
Saw me and thought she should pursue