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[Chorus] My dog been taking them 30s, he can't stand up A nigga tryna find anybody, gotta jam us Let's just say, you is my dog, I'll treat you like my kin So much happened in my life, street nigga, where do I begin? My dog cook dope, he a Pyrex player "Old Town Road" like Billy Ray Cyrus Spent his last on a bitch, so he felt embarrassed Tryna build an empire like Howard, Terrence Tryna backdoor me, bitch, you're out of there I've been through the storm like Halle Berry I got Ruth's Chris and your bitch eating asparagus I pull a nigga card like triple dare [Verse] He taking them Percocets and thinking, "Pain evil" Internet bluffing, I really hate people I keep going, God told me, "Gang needs you" Apes everywhere, but I ain't Caesar I took that bitch to the hotel, I took that bitch to the Four Seasons No Jamie Foxx, she a gold digger Stay to myself, act like I don't know people Snaked by my homie, that shit turned me evil Gun down, my dog like to murder people I'm in South Carolina, in Myrtle Beach I wish I could drive to Heaven in this Lamborghini You lied to me, I can't stand you 'cause you a liar Shot a nigga on the road, know I gotta go, I got a flat tire I say, I love you to death, love you to death and we don't got a title Stood in front of the judge and I lied, right hand on the bible I let this bitch sing, let her sing like we at a recital I'll kill for you, I swear, I admire you like Michael Got no heart, Kevin right along And my feelings really strong I know it's no love in the streets, but I need some in my home PYT, pretty young thing (Vukola, go get the bag) My shooter with dreads, he 2 Chainz A RP nigga like a shooting range I got a lil' pump like "Gucci Gang" This MAC came with the cooling fan [Chorus] My dog been taking them 30s, he can't stand up A nigga tryna find anybody, gotta jam us Let's just say, you is my dog, I'll treat you like my kin So much happened in my life, street nigga, where do I begin? My dog cook dope, he a Pyrex player "Old Town Road" like Billy Ray Cyrus Spent his last on a bitch, so he felt embarrassed Tryna build an empire like Howard, Terrence Tryna backdoor me, bitch, you're out of there I've been through the storm like Halle Berry I got Ruth's Chris and your bitch eating asparagus I pull a nigga card like triple dare