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Artist: Isaiah Rashad
Album:  The Sun's Tirade
Song:   Dressed Like Rappers
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[Intro] + (Isaiah Rashad)
My nigga made sure you were down fo'real (control, speed)
How could you ever pop a pill pack? (I won't let you go)
My nigga made sure you were down fo'real (no)
How could you ever pop a pill pack? (yeah)
 
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
I, con-trol, the speed
And I won't let you go
No, no way
You're everything I love
Hoes, and weed
And I could testify
Cause, who's, ashamed
So I might testify
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
I got a face that only your bitch could love
Your type niggas don't mix with us
Ain't this special like just because
Backpack full of that wrist and lung
Boardin' pass, pass my troubles
High as fuck, lost my wallet
Goin' back, back to Cali
Saw my son, miss my daughter
Real life
What does it feel like?
I got my pills on
You know I'm real numb - gettin' ready for this motherfucker
 
[Chorus]
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
I can admit, I've been depressed
I hit a wall, ouch
I hit the bank, you hit the dab
I hit the ball, out
Prayin' God, pay my cable
Splurgin' out, one more favor
Little boys, dressed like rappers
Can that road, make them daddies?
I talked to God, I got approve
I got a life-line
If I should die, while I'm awake
I had a nice, time
 
[Chorus] - 1/2X
 
[Outro]
Everything I, how could you ever say no?