No Voodoo To Bring Da Dead Bacc

Lyrics

[Intro] (Run that back, Vino) It's the dog Uh, tell you all about it Yeah, yeah [Verse] They know I'm a dog, my nigga I went hard for all my niggas I lost all my niggas Niggas dead, they ain't got no phone, can't even call them niggas That's when I pull that money out, go to thumbing through it Start thinking 'bout the times when I used to wanna do it Broski told me I was gifted, I should stick to music Shooting happened up the block, my friend a victim to it Got in the car for the first time and got addicted to it Stab my brother in the back, I just can't see me do it I take a Xan' and go to sleep, see murder, you don't know that feeling They took your man face in his front yard, yeah, they Soulja Slimmed him You think you know me, you don't know shit, just come a lil' closer, nigga I took that nigga in, I clothed him and I fed the nigga These niggas two steps stuck behind, I stay ahead of niggas Thought I was getting hugged, there's nothin' in my bed, I felt the reaper touch me Bitch said she feel like she watching a horror flick, she don't like sleeping with me Ummi keep telling me, "Stop doing Percs," I'll fuck around, have a seizure I'm tryna explain how she can explain to Baby Z when I leave her Ray Charles blessed he ain't gotta see the shit that's goin' on He ain't do nothin' to get 'em robbed, but I did and I know I'm wrong My dad went out to start the car, he ain't even make it home I know all about homicides, see somebody die, don't take that long They hit him in his body and hit the floor, that's when he started bleeding That's when I lost my fucking mind, that's when I started screaming I don't know if this shit real or not That's why I do pills a lot Lying to Ummi like I quit Close range, I seen pops get hit All alone, I think I see him All alone, I really need him All along, I knew I was tweaking It's no voodoo to bring the dead back They dropped one, then we dropped four, it ain't no way to ever dead that Ummi ask me where my head at Stuck in the bottom of a Tris bottle He was strapped, then died, that's his problem I'm going through some shit I can't explain I pour six after six, this shit don't help with the pain Knock back four RPs, it did some shit to my brain I'll click, switch, tick, make a bitch feel that flame They want war, then we gon' one, feelings numb, go in for the kill I pull my money out my pocket, this damn near worth more than your deal I heard something in the house I know I'm not bugging out Ummi think I'm druggin' out He kept playing, they put him down Niggas know I don't fuck around I got murder on my conscience Should I serve him? Should I rob him? Deep down, I feel like I got problems [Outro] Whatever you do, just don't call me crazy It's the dog