Young Dolph – Death Row (Audio, Lyrics)

Young Dolph unveils “Death Row”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by BandPlay.

Young Dolph Death Row

With an album release coming next week, Young Dolph has been packing a heavy punch as of late. The CEO of Paper Route Empire is not ever about shock value. While his work may come across that way sometimes– his new album is called Rich Slave— there is always a deeper meaning behind things with him.

“It’s the reality of being Black in this country,” says Dolph about the meaning of his album title. “You can have money, and you can be a benefactor and a leader in your community, but all people see is Black skin. All the bullshit I heard about as a kid, we still face in today’s time. Over the years, they have given us a little bit of freedom but it’s only a temporary pacifier. Hopefully, this album makes people understand that even though guys like me are doing well, we’re still affected by racism and inequality. It’s 2020, but the same stuff is still going on.”

Young Dolph – Death Row (prod. BandPlay)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay (Let the BandPlay, Let the BandPlay)
Six trucks, two drop tops, three coupes
Two four doors, three old schools
Hmm, and a whole lotta other shit I can’t think of right now
‘Cause I’m high as fuck, PaperRoute Frank

[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo, back to back, on that Snoop shit (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot bitch (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no more purple so I’m drinkin’ yellow snot bitch (Tussle)
Got some choppers, got a plug, then I got rich (For real though)
Cashed out on three Lamborghinis, just to pop shit (For real though)
I brought the millions to the circle, nigga mob shit (Ayy, ayy)
I pray to God my son don’t get cursed for some shit I did (Please)
I hit ’em in the chest and tell ’em that the world his
I put it all on the line, ’cause I’m a gambler nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought my brother a motherfuckin’ phantom lil’ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I kidnapped this bitch, she let her phone stay dead for three days (Damn)
I just poured a eight of wock’ wock’, the pitcher of kool aid (Woo)
My barber get a hundo, everytime I get a new fade
Blue Aventador, blue diamonds hit the blue fling

[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop shit (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot bitch (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Pour it ’til it’s dirty (Dirty)
My Glock got a thirty (Extendo)
Family know I’ma get this money, they ain’t gotta worry (Uh-uh)
Forgis when I’m swervin’ (Woah)
Wock, wock when I’m thirsty (Wock’, wock’)
I’ma count paper when the birds start chirpin’ (Trap)
Ten karats solitaires, got my ears hurtin’ (Rocks)
I could never ever chase a bitch, it’s not worth it
The realest motherfucka I know is me but I ain’t perfect
Roll past my ex bitch house flexin’ on purpose (Haha)
You look good but your baby daddy broke bitch (Yeah, yeah)
In the trap they love me like the pope bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Might as well go hang yourself with a rope bitch (Yeah)
They call me Dr. G.O.A.T., bitch

[Chorus]
Big boss, CEO, on that Suge shit (It’s Dolph)
I smoked a kilo back to back, on that Snoop shit (Strong)
On that Dr. Dre shit, I’m still ruthless (Woo)
Thug Life, out ‘lone, on that Pac shit
Pull the trigger, let it sing, I’m on that clock shit (For real though)
I’m aimin’ for your top, bitch (For real though)
Take them heels off before you jump up in this drop, bitch
She ask how much cost syrup in my cup, that’s a lot bitch (That’s a lot bitch)