[Intro: Paco Panama]
(Damn Cel you perfect)
[?]
Yeah
The dog
Grab that car hit that road nigga what you scared of?
I remember sleeping in that trap, the couch had bed bugs
Pulling all-nighters, in that building me and lil' cuz
Yeah, who the fuck you thought it was nigga?
I’m the dog not the goat, I'm in the streets with it
When I'm in the field, I need some cleats ’cause I get deep in it
You niggas saved by the bell, you more like Screech with it
We gave that shit out to the trenches, I'm more like Meech with it
[Chorus: Paco Panama]
And you don't wanna see my power 'cause my youngings out here wilding
If I was the Smackman I would'vе dropped a bag on Bobby Johnson
Yeah, and evеry step calculated, like young Bobby Johnson
Calculated last month, it's a high balance
[Verse 1: Paco Panama]
Auntie buying 8 Balls, she got a high tolerance
If you look up in the rough, you could find a diamond
But I'm independent nigga I ain't signing
Already offered me a hundred, nigga I ain’t lying
But [?] read them contracts, nigga I ain’t blind
But I come up selling dimes, you can't stop my grind
Showed him the recipe he thought that shit was rocket science (Nah for real he thought that shit was rocket science [?])
You need to listen to this shit, if you need some street guidance
This ain’t trap music, nigga this is street knowledge
Now I could put you in a deep grave, 'cause I got deep pockets
I could walk a nigga to his death, like Bodie did Wallace
(Damn Cel you perfect)
[?]
Yeah
The dog
Grab that car hit that road nigga what you scared of?
I remember sleeping in that trap, the couch had bed bugs
Pulling all-nighters, in that building me and lil' cuz
Yeah, who the fuck you thought it was nigga?
I’m the dog not the goat, I'm in the streets with it
When I'm in the field, I need some cleats ’cause I get deep in it
You niggas saved by the bell, you more like Screech with it
We gave that shit out to the trenches, I'm more like Meech with it
[Chorus: Paco Panama]
And you don't wanna see my power 'cause my youngings out here wilding
If I was the Smackman I would'vе dropped a bag on Bobby Johnson
Yeah, and evеry step calculated, like young Bobby Johnson
Calculated last month, it's a high balance
[Verse 1: Paco Panama]
Auntie buying 8 Balls, she got a high tolerance
If you look up in the rough, you could find a diamond
But I'm independent nigga I ain't signing
Already offered me a hundred, nigga I ain’t lying
But [?] read them contracts, nigga I ain’t blind
But I come up selling dimes, you can't stop my grind
Showed him the recipe he thought that shit was rocket science (Nah for real he thought that shit was rocket science [?])
You need to listen to this shit, if you need some street guidance
This ain’t trap music, nigga this is street knowledge
Now I could put you in a deep grave, 'cause I got deep pockets
I could walk a nigga to his death, like Bodie did Wallace
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