Lyrics:
wit me
So is Satan, and he's always playing devil's advocate
Til he murders God and he never comin back again
Bad news, you the worst person to hear it
time, and I been hurt, I been beaten, I been needin', I been grievin', yeah
Yeah, just runnin' up, nigga, don't make a fit about it, nah
I can't cuff you
and chasing some money and doing it just for some fans
My God he sent me to pray for the wicked I'm not doin it for no bands
Imma just blow up and show you what
went wrong
I gotta smile just to keep from crying
To say I'm happy dog, I'd be lying
Momma didn't say it would be days like
Daddy he showed me that y'all
on my dick it turned my into a savage
All that fake ass shit y'all niggas aint poppin
Just because he from the street
That don't make him real
Looking in
She's really had enough
She's given in so much
This time it's different once again
All the things he said
Running through her head
It's alright if
Here he comes
Mother's Pride
With the first ever satchel she bought him swinging by his side
Here he comes Mother's Pride
With a headful
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
hearts
Right from the start
You can't tear us apart
He's always by our side
Oliver
He used to be Smoliver
Now he's Tall-iver
Always gives it his all-iver
You Make that money
Go change
Imma change for the better
Iknow my dog made it to heaven
I seen my life when I was eleven
You want smoke this 24/7
Ma new
on the rocks
Catching that dog in a big bear hug to calm his psycho thoughts
Walking on the boardwalk, netflix on the couch
I wonder how it'd go again, now that
make myself a boss
Like a K-9 unit
I done came in with my dogs
Get to the bread then I gotta bounce
Smoking that kush by the ounce
Run up the numbers up
You can't tell me shit, ion give two fucks you're not my friend (No)
Mix it with the Henny then we pour that shit again (Yeah)
This that shit that
wallow in the sorrow
Why? Because no one fucking promised tomorrow
Yeah it's like that dog, no guts, no glory
Mind just got spilled on the track getting
do it again
Now watch me rock my hips
Spin around lick my lips
Shake this ass like a bad ass bitch
Dip it low then do it again
I'm really it he is
a dog cuz it like to growl yea
She touching my body just like she a fouler, only here late at night yea im like jimmy fallon
Nigga ran up he the one that
somewhere blowing the loudest
Perfect way to balance but your nigga off balance
You looking for guidance and you don't think he found it damn
Yo OG I was
'til bad news showed up to sit me down
Like what the fuck you doin', you think it's been somethin' proven?
Pain is never seein' ya dog again
my best to get it dog and stay out he way
Long live derelle the real derelle Long live Big O the Real Big O that's why I'm In The studio putting
I'ma see my dogs again at the crossroads I'ma see my dogs again at the crossroads
We was thuggin' in them trenches, bunch a lost souls
Don't speak
I can't let this pass by, don't ask why
They all think I'm that guy, (I am)
I'm that fly, Still know to let it mac fly, (boom)
Just ask Ry, I think I
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin'
All I see is
Dawg
So when you see me call me sir and you never need a reason be polite dog
Again that's why I'm on top
And again that's why I'm never ever gonna stop
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