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My dog been taking them 30s, he can't stand up
A nigga tryna find anybody, gotta jam us
Let's just say, you is my dog, I'll treat you like my kin
So much happened in my life, street nigga, where do I begin?
My dog cook dope, he a Pyrex player
"Old Town Road" like Billy Ray Cyrus
Spent his last on a bitch, so he felt embarrassed
Tryna build an empire like Howard, Terrence
Tryna backdoor me, bitch, you're out of there
I've been through the storm like Halle Berry
I got Ruth's Chris and your bitch eating asparagus
I pull a nigga card like triple dare
[Verse]
He taking them Percocets and thinking, "Pain evil"
Internet bluffing, I really hate people
I keep going, God told me, "Gang needs you"
Apes everywhere, but I ain't Caesar
I took that bitch to the hotel, I took that bitch to the Four Seasons
No Jamie Foxx, she a gold digger
Stay to myself, act like I don't know people
Snaked by my homie, that shit turned me evil
Gun down, my dog like to murder people
I'm in South Carolina, in Myrtle Beach
I wish I could drive to Heaven in this Lamborghini
You lied to me, I can't stand you 'cause you a liar
Shot a nigga on the road, know I gotta go, I got a flat tire
I say, I love you to death, love you to death and we don't got a title
Stood in front of the judge and I lied, right hand on the bible
I let this bitch sing, let her sing like we at a recital
I'll kill for you, I swear, I admire you like Michael
Got no heart, Kevin right along
And my feelings really strong
I know it's no love in the streets, but I need some in my home
PYT, pretty young thing (Vukola, go get the bag)
My shooter with dreads, he 2 Chainz
A RP nigga like a shooting range
I got a lil' pump like "Gucci Gang"
This MAC came with the cooling fan
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My dog been taking them 30s, he can't stand up
A nigga tryna find anybody, gotta jam us
Let's just say, you is my dog, I'll treat you like my kin
So much happened in my life, street nigga, where do I begin?
My dog cook dope, he a Pyrex player
"Old Town Road" like Billy Ray Cyrus
Spent his last on a bitch, so he felt embarrassed
Tryna build an empire like Howard, Terrence
Tryna backdoor me, bitch, you're out of there
I've been through the storm like Halle Berry
I got Ruth's Chris and your bitch eating asparagus
I pull a nigga card like triple dare