Lyrical Breakdown of I Used To Be Into Dope - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Used To Be Into Dope" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I used to be into dope, now I'm into racism No feelings Uh Straight killer, bruh I know what you're feeling, bruh People say I'm prejudice I say that's what a villain does Yeah Take me back Uh All my niggas starting up 539s don't startle us Pardon us, we got too much Everywhere we go, we got a crew cut Coon-ass niggas low-key down with the GOP Bitch-ass crackers wanna be down with the prophet Barry got the key, let the master unlock it Lock-picking, no wish-listing Started from the bible, now it's fuck Christians No DEVOs, just new editions Fuck Clapton, his souls missing I know it must be heartbreaking stealing from the spooks But you a God damn vulture, so you ain't got no culture, nigga "Get the foreigners out Get the wogs out Get the coons out Keep Britain white I used to be into dope, nigga, now I'm into racism It's much heavier, man Fucking wog's, man Fucking Saudis taking over London" (Come again) Eric Clapton, 1974, ya'll hero I've been getting treated for a chronic lack of fucks Man, these pussy ass cops always tryna lock me up Talking 'bout "I'm oppressed" Man, these cac's don't know what oppressed is We getting shot in the street They just gotta hear about the death But you know, fo' sho And that's just how it goes We make all the hits, labels, they take all the gold Slap my girl with a kiss Tell my daddy I'll be rich Mom, I'm sorry for this shit But I can't always stay your kid Pack my bags Take two steps in the grass Out my house, oh yeah I'm the man Got my cash and a plan To get rich off this land Watch where you live, baby, watch where you stand I won't be no bitch, 'cause Uncle Sam will lose his mind To see this little nigga rich, man