[Intro]
Yeah
It’s the dog
Yeah
It’s the dog
[Verse 1]
How you gone say you don’t love me
Clutching that .9 cause shit get ugly
I lace up my boots when it comes to that money
Got bad paranoia, why you moving like that
Fa fa broad day, why they do him like that
Narcotics I’m popping and sipping, they can’t take me out of my rhythm
He talk like a killer, gone make him a victim
Bounce out the car then hit him
Top dog in this shit, I’m really one of them niggas
Do dirt on my lawn, ion be running with niggas
When the reaper on your ass, what you running from nigga?
Before I signed shit had a honeybun nigga
Imma pop this pill then change my mood
He spoke on the gang then went on the news
Shoot for the stars, I aim for the moon
The world know Papi a superstar
He play with that money I shoot the boy
I could cry in the booth like Kenny Bee
My bitch say I keep tripping in my sleep
She ain’t seen half the shit I seen
They ain’t do half the shit we did
It was what it was and it is what it is
On a flight to Miami I’m thinking about brodie
I’d do anything to get my nigga back
I look in the mirror and put on my jacket
Took three RPs, it’s just one of them days
Jay say brodie, you gotta eat
I hope them boys looking down proud of me
My momma need help with the bills, she got it
Remember when I used to steal, go robbing
Auntie come looking for deals, I got her
In love with the trenches, it made me who I am
Same young nigga sell you fifty out a gram
Sleeve of heroin, go for seven hundreds
Pure great dope, I ain’t stepping on it
In my hood I’m a living legend
I step on the stage, they know my shit
I flash my wrist, there go your bitch
The car spun twice, Jay grab that stick
He move wrong once, his ass get hit
Me and Sky in the sky and he fucking the beat up
.300 Blackout it’s fucking the streets up
Try and ball with big Papi, he gone fuck up your re-up
They talk like killers but they duck when they see us
Shh, lil brodie like to creep up
Face shot broad day, fuck his whole week up
Brodie keep begging me to leave it alone
I know niggas who died from leaving it home
I got death on my mind ‘fore I sleep with it on me
My momma wish I stopped doing pills
My grandma hug me and pray for me
Say it’s woo on me and I can’t shake it
Seen a homicide as a little baby
I really say the thing, I ain’t Lil Baby
I told cuz I’m ready to quit this shit
He said “Nigga you finna get rich with this”
My back on the wall, ain’t nobody to call
But I’m good on my own, that’s why they call me the Dawg
I ain’t really in the mood, told em “Call me tomorrow”
I ain’t had no car, auntie let me borrow it
BM calling me, stressing me out
I got faith in the bitch but she letting me down
Ready to take Baby Z, Ion want her around
Told Neph feel like I got death on the corner
Ion fear shit bitch imma go around the corner
Niggas bleed like me, I’ll put this bitch on you
Slow down with the percs, my head hurts
Only thing I could tell you is that for certain
In the back of the back, I could close the curtain
Used to fall asleep cold cause the heat wasn’t working
Fresh as a bitch but I came from the gutter
It was me and BK, all we had was each other
I ain’t never told you niggas one lie
When I’m all alone, tears fall down my face
If I ain’t had this picture I wouldn’t see your face
Deep down that shit fuck with me every day
Pour line after line, ion even wanna wake up
I’ll tell you my life, it’s some shit I can’t make up
Abuela think I need therapy
I was high as a bitch, I ain’t hearing it
My lil brother say I’m a superhero
Only if he knew what I do to people
Wallahi I pray he don’t grow up like me
My momma say I came a long way
Cut my phone off, go to my dad’s grave
When I get in that mode, just leave me alone
When you talking to me, better even your tone
Lil cuz stop hooping and got in the street
Act like it was for him but it was really for me
Got dark cloud over me, it keep raining
Percs keep getting popped and I keep drinking
Deep down in the hole I keep sinking
They gave brodie life, wish he could rethink it
Shot a nigga dead in his shit he ain’t even mean it
When they took bro, damn near threw up my food
These niggas ain’t real as they say they is
And they not gone ride like they said they was
They don’t got your back like they supposed to have it
Do dirt, get dirt, that’s supposed to happen
My momma ask me do I worry about karma
Only thing I fear is getting life from your honour
I get in this booth and I let my soul talk
Brodie say I remind him of my old dog
Fay tell me I’m ahead of my time
I was never in the back, I’m ahead of the line
Fuck with Jeff, he got faith in me
Block always tell me “Fuck them niggas”
Told Jeff “I ain’t gone let you down big bro”
Laugh back at Block like “Fuck them niggas”
My daughter love me and that’s good enough
All that bullshit jewelry, put it up
I lay down at night and get in my thoughts
They can say what they want but I’m really a boss
I really took risks to put my niggas on
Ain’t no big “I”s or little “You”s
I’ll get in that car like ion make music
Told them lil bros I’m one of them
I ain’t gone have a nigga do sum I won’t do
Bounce out broad day, that’s not a problem to me
My stepbrother used to take me to church
Anytime I touch the bible it hurt
I could never explain that funny feeling
But I knew I wasn’t supposed to be in that building
I got brothers that ain’t come out my momma
If I tell you I love you, your problem my problem
He play with my man, damn right I shot him
Mister one in the head, bitch you know how I’m rocking
I bounce out cars, go to swinging that shit
Lil cuz like “Yeah Pap, get on that shit!”
One me with the Drac’ I’m doing my shit
Rrr rrr rrr rrr, we came shooting that shit
Don’t back down now, you supposed to be with that shit
My momma asked “Boy why you doing that shit”
Still moving that shit while I’m toting that shit
When you see him, don’t talk, just blow it, that’s it
I bend the corner I jump out the car
Hook shot in the pot, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
I’m not a jokester, what you take me for?
Hurry the fuck up, don’t gotta make this long
Big bully on the block, I’ll take your ball
Watch your mouth before I break your jaw
I didn’t come for something imma take it all
Demons on me, I gotta shake em off
Jeff say we got a chop it and make a song
Told him “Bro sometimes you gotta let me vent”
My thoughts built up, I really go through shit
I smile so much, you don’t know that shit
Took nine hundred dollars and poured that shit
I ran through that and bought more of that shit
It’s like five homicides I’m coping with
Is there a heaven for gangsters we supposed to get?
Can’t expect the nigga to do the shit you would
Can’t expect no nigga to think like you
You can expect these niggas to do what you do
Turn around then act like they ain’t get it from you
These niggas Tony Montana when they get in the booth
I’m Dominic Toretto when I get in the coupe
Hand me some water and pass me the boot
Way too high, I’m just telling you how I feel
Nod out where I’m standing, like “Bro you gotta chill”
For the millionth time, bitch I don’t got a deal
My momma ask what it’d take to make me quit
I hate these conversations, they make me sick
Like Pap, you not even rapping, you talking
I wrote the book for the streets, I’m the author
Ion care how far they took it, we go further
My momma say I act just like my father
Yeah
It’s the dog
Yeah
It’s the dog
[Verse 1]
How you gone say you don’t love me
Clutching that .9 cause shit get ugly
I lace up my boots when it comes to that money
Got bad paranoia, why you moving like that
Fa fa broad day, why they do him like that
Narcotics I’m popping and sipping, they can’t take me out of my rhythm
He talk like a killer, gone make him a victim
Bounce out the car then hit him
Top dog in this shit, I’m really one of them niggas
Do dirt on my lawn, ion be running with niggas
When the reaper on your ass, what you running from nigga?
Before I signed shit had a honeybun nigga
Imma pop this pill then change my mood
He spoke on the gang then went on the news
Shoot for the stars, I aim for the moon
The world know Papi a superstar
He play with that money I shoot the boy
I could cry in the booth like Kenny Bee
My bitch say I keep tripping in my sleep
She ain’t seen half the shit I seen
They ain’t do half the shit we did
It was what it was and it is what it is
On a flight to Miami I’m thinking about brodie
I’d do anything to get my nigga back
I look in the mirror and put on my jacket
Took three RPs, it’s just one of them days
Jay say brodie, you gotta eat
I hope them boys looking down proud of me
My momma need help with the bills, she got it
Remember when I used to steal, go robbing
Auntie come looking for deals, I got her
In love with the trenches, it made me who I am
Same young nigga sell you fifty out a gram
Sleeve of heroin, go for seven hundreds
Pure great dope, I ain’t stepping on it
In my hood I’m a living legend
I step on the stage, they know my shit
I flash my wrist, there go your bitch
The car spun twice, Jay grab that stick
He move wrong once, his ass get hit
Me and Sky in the sky and he fucking the beat up
.300 Blackout it’s fucking the streets up
Try and ball with big Papi, he gone fuck up your re-up
They talk like killers but they duck when they see us
Shh, lil brodie like to creep up
Face shot broad day, fuck his whole week up
Brodie keep begging me to leave it alone
I know niggas who died from leaving it home
I got death on my mind ‘fore I sleep with it on me
My momma wish I stopped doing pills
My grandma hug me and pray for me
Say it’s woo on me and I can’t shake it
Seen a homicide as a little baby
I really say the thing, I ain’t Lil Baby
I told cuz I’m ready to quit this shit
He said “Nigga you finna get rich with this”
My back on the wall, ain’t nobody to call
But I’m good on my own, that’s why they call me the Dawg
I ain’t really in the mood, told em “Call me tomorrow”
I ain’t had no car, auntie let me borrow it
BM calling me, stressing me out
I got faith in the bitch but she letting me down
Ready to take Baby Z, Ion want her around
Told Neph feel like I got death on the corner
Ion fear shit bitch imma go around the corner
Niggas bleed like me, I’ll put this bitch on you
Slow down with the percs, my head hurts
Only thing I could tell you is that for certain
In the back of the back, I could close the curtain
Used to fall asleep cold cause the heat wasn’t working
Fresh as a bitch but I came from the gutter
It was me and BK, all we had was each other
I ain’t never told you niggas one lie
When I’m all alone, tears fall down my face
If I ain’t had this picture I wouldn’t see your face
Deep down that shit fuck with me every day
Pour line after line, ion even wanna wake up
I’ll tell you my life, it’s some shit I can’t make up
Abuela think I need therapy
I was high as a bitch, I ain’t hearing it
My lil brother say I’m a superhero
Only if he knew what I do to people
Wallahi I pray he don’t grow up like me
My momma say I came a long way
Cut my phone off, go to my dad’s grave
When I get in that mode, just leave me alone
When you talking to me, better even your tone
Lil cuz stop hooping and got in the street
Act like it was for him but it was really for me
Got dark cloud over me, it keep raining
Percs keep getting popped and I keep drinking
Deep down in the hole I keep sinking
They gave brodie life, wish he could rethink it
Shot a nigga dead in his shit he ain’t even mean it
When they took bro, damn near threw up my food
These niggas ain’t real as they say they is
And they not gone ride like they said they was
They don’t got your back like they supposed to have it
Do dirt, get dirt, that’s supposed to happen
My momma ask me do I worry about karma
Only thing I fear is getting life from your honour
I get in this booth and I let my soul talk
Brodie say I remind him of my old dog
Fay tell me I’m ahead of my time
I was never in the back, I’m ahead of the line
Fuck with Jeff, he got faith in me
Block always tell me “Fuck them niggas”
Told Jeff “I ain’t gone let you down big bro”
Laugh back at Block like “Fuck them niggas”
My daughter love me and that’s good enough
All that bullshit jewelry, put it up
I lay down at night and get in my thoughts
They can say what they want but I’m really a boss
I really took risks to put my niggas on
Ain’t no big “I”s or little “You”s
I’ll get in that car like ion make music
Told them lil bros I’m one of them
I ain’t gone have a nigga do sum I won’t do
Bounce out broad day, that’s not a problem to me
My stepbrother used to take me to church
Anytime I touch the bible it hurt
I could never explain that funny feeling
But I knew I wasn’t supposed to be in that building
I got brothers that ain’t come out my momma
If I tell you I love you, your problem my problem
He play with my man, damn right I shot him
Mister one in the head, bitch you know how I’m rocking
I bounce out cars, go to swinging that shit
Lil cuz like “Yeah Pap, get on that shit!”
One me with the Drac’ I’m doing my shit
Rrr rrr rrr rrr, we came shooting that shit
Don’t back down now, you supposed to be with that shit
My momma asked “Boy why you doing that shit”
Still moving that shit while I’m toting that shit
When you see him, don’t talk, just blow it, that’s it
I bend the corner I jump out the car
Hook shot in the pot, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
I’m not a jokester, what you take me for?
Hurry the fuck up, don’t gotta make this long
Big bully on the block, I’ll take your ball
Watch your mouth before I break your jaw
I didn’t come for something imma take it all
Demons on me, I gotta shake em off
Jeff say we got a chop it and make a song
Told him “Bro sometimes you gotta let me vent”
My thoughts built up, I really go through shit
I smile so much, you don’t know that shit
Took nine hundred dollars and poured that shit
I ran through that and bought more of that shit
It’s like five homicides I’m coping with
Is there a heaven for gangsters we supposed to get?
Can’t expect the nigga to do the shit you would
Can’t expect no nigga to think like you
You can expect these niggas to do what you do
Turn around then act like they ain’t get it from you
These niggas Tony Montana when they get in the booth
I’m Dominic Toretto when I get in the coupe
Hand me some water and pass me the boot
Way too high, I’m just telling you how I feel
Nod out where I’m standing, like “Bro you gotta chill”
For the millionth time, bitch I don’t got a deal
My momma ask what it’d take to make me quit
I hate these conversations, they make me sick
Like Pap, you not even rapping, you talking
I wrote the book for the streets, I’m the author
Ion care how far they took it, we go further
My momma say I act just like my father
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