My Dawg
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Let me take ya back to where it started We was walkin' home from school when we just started fuckin' talkin' I still remember the conversation that we had How he was livin' with his auntie, not his mom or his dad I felt kinda bad but this kid was fuckin' cool Ridin' on a BMX, he had some black Vans shoes While we kept fuckin talkin, shit he turned into my street I knew right from that day that it was him and fuckin' me That's my dawg, that's my mothafuckin' guy Used to spend our time gettin' stupid mothafuckin' high He knows I got his back and I know he got mine Now that's a mothafuckin' fact that's stood the test of time That was fifth fuckin' grade but he from Red Deer so that boy already ready for a fade He told me stories about his homies and how they came to be Or why he ended up living here, right next to me Day by day, we got a little closer, little bit older, hearts got a little bit colder But you know the love kept our bond strong, he's the Cheech to my Chong My brother from another mother Fuckin' bowl to the bong He might only have a year on me And shit, he's kinda short but he's still a mothafuckin' g Beat ya up just for runnin' your lips And if you ain't fuckin' careful, he'll be runnin' your shit He's the mothafuckin' man so when I say it, shit I mean it Mighta caught a little heat, but shit, we fuckin' beat it For that, that fuckin' guy, he will stay by my side till, till, till the mothafuckin' day I die Now, I ain't got no fuckin' stutter I'm just tryna get my words right to represent my brother And there ain't gonna be a hook cause this one's for Leek I gotta flow hard, shit, it cannot be meek Because my words represent the homie to you And I'd die for mine, mothafucka it's true So when I tell you that I'll stay ten toes to the ground, I mean it, even if my dawg's locked up in the pound Now he been down from the start so you know he's got my loyalty, he's got a good heart He'll take your fuckin' problems, make em his own, get ya stoned And he won't leave your fuckin' side till you ain't feelin' alone So till the day that I die, I'll be ridin' for him And if I ever blow up, I'll be splittin' my m's Because I've said it once, I've said it twice, I'll say it again I wanna blow up, be the man and support my kin And yea I know, it's still just a dream makin' hella cream Gettin' what I want, making a living off of streams But if the fuckin' day comes then Ima represent you What we been through and homie what I'm gonna do Is keep stackin' bands to the fuckin' roof Build my brand, escalate it to be bulletproof And when the cash flow's steady, Ima call up my man On some preppy ass shit like "Let's go work on our tan" Take a trip, to Fiji, on me flyin' first class VVS diamonds, ain't no mothafuckin' glass Shit, you know I'll hold it down till the fuckin' day we go Ain't no blood relative but he's still my brother, yo
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