Dopamine Lit (Intro)

## Song by Lupe Fiasco

"**Dopamine Lit (Intro)**" is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the lead track from his album *Drogas Light* (2017).

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro]

Yeah, and it got a soul, yeah

Uh-uh, what it do? What it say? Yeah, yeah

DROGAS, DROGAS, what it say? Yeah, yeah

DROGAS, DROGAS, what it say? What it say

DROGAS, DROGAS, yeah, yeah, yeah

DROGAS, DROGAS, DROGAS, trap, trap, DROGAS, DROGAS

DROGAS, DROGAS, DROGAS, n\*\*\*a, uh

What it say? Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Blood rushin' to my head like cold

Players on my mind like Shake', plays on my mind like stage

Stays for a while like fades

Fades to the black like Jay's

Wavin' from behind like Ks

Made it from behind like AIDS

Made it to the map like Waze

Take it to the trap like maze

Can't take you back like trades

Bae shake it in my lap like Jackie Joyner-Kersee havin' seizures

Jesus, what's a nonbeliever to a preacher?

This ain't the kind of rap the opps and the thots like

Told 'Trakk put the bat back on the spotlight

Cartagena, serve snacks at the cockfight (realest)

Need new batteries for the Glock lights (realest)

Put the mix on the oil 'til it lock tight (realest)

Cause they gave it to all the young n\*\*\*as

DROGAS dedicated to all the drug dealers

Find out how they all gon' come kill us

Try Containment Unit, the walls, they can't fit us

Who the Ghostbusters gon' call to come get us? And

[Chorus]

Ayy, over-D off of this

But baby don't die 'til the dopamine hit, yo

Ayy, this one ain't for Billbo'

You can stream the album on Silk Road

Drug rings for more dough

So they baggin' like Bilbo

Jackin' like Jill for a pill at the Hollywood Hills though

Fame is a drit-ug

I want my name all lit up

And leave out the world how I came in the clitter

Over-D off of this

But don't fall asleep 'til the dopamine hit, hey

[Post-Hook]

DROGAS, DROGAS, what it say? What it say?

DROGAS, DROGAS, yeah, yeah, yeah

DROGAS, DROGAS, DROGAS, trap, trap, DROGAS, DROGAS

DROGAS, DROGAS, DROGAS, n\*\*\*a

DROGAS, DROGAS, what it say? What it say?

DROGAS, DROGAS, yeah, yeah, yeah

DROGAS, DROGAS, DROGAS, trap, trap, DROGAS, DROGAS

DROGAS, DROGAS, DROGAS, n\*\*\*a

[Verse 2]

Big watch, big watch, you can see it

Lot of diamonds in the Cartier

'Less I'm thinkin' 'bout the money, I can't concentrate

Don't talk if you ain't ball enough to commentate, yeah

That's a Super Bowl every time I contemplate

Limited edition, bitches

I'm just livin' off the interest

I don't really care about n\*\*\*as

Denzel, put the money in the blender

For the esés, shower posse with the SKs

For the haters that be hatin' on the Jefés

Half-naked hoes, they be dressin' just like X-rays

... Rated

All the way through, don't like nothin' plated

Simps think they got cool, I'm just stickin' to the basics

[Chorus]

This-this-this-this-this-this-this

This one ain't for Billbo'

You can stream the album on Silk Road

Drug rings for more dough

So they baggin' like Bilbo

Jackin' like Jill for a pill at the Hollywood Hills, though

Fame is a drit-ug

I want my name all lit up

And leave out the world how I came in the clitter

Over-D off of this

But don't fall asleep 'til the dopamine hit, hey