Me and my dog represent like what (Rep Rep) Represent like what (Like what, like what) Me and my bitch get it in like what We get it in like what, uh. Me and my dog represent like what (Rep Rep) Represent like what (Like what, like what) Me and my bitch get it in like what We get it in like what, uh.
And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball? Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball? Tattoos like Machiavelli, the shit that make you wanna ball. And I'm a die when I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all.
Me and my dogs getting throwed, biotch My little brother just got out on parole, biotch My daughter just turned five years old, biotch And we ain't mopping no more floors, biotch None of my brothers work nine five Never scared, living life, we got nine lives Keep it hood with the Hen, no Mai Tai Smoking on lala, bumping big papa I mean look at all the shit we've been through Seven people in a four door rental I mean look at what we did with a pencil Beat the statistic of becoming another stencil I mean an outline, on that sidewalk Man I was supposed to be dead and that's real talk Feel this...
And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball? Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball? Tattoos like Machiavelli, the shit that make you wanna ball. And I'm a die when I'm ready
I wonder what you got for a little mother fucker A real mother fucker, chill mother fucker I guess it's God's will Yet and still I'm in the field with dollar bills Attract sharks with no gills ready to kill mother fuckers And I don't want no part of that The first time I heard "GAT GAT GAT", I almost had a fucking heart attack Stuttering like "That that that shit was crazy! Maybe It's time I use the talents that God gave me." But I was just local Didn't have a rap name, I was just hopeful Paid for my first studio session with quarters We ain't even have enough money to cut vocals, damn Traded pop cans for dimes Some wanna be doctors, I wanted to rhyme And if following your dream's a crime than I'm a crook Guess I'll be in the book when they get me in due time
Free all my real mother fuckers We Living bitch Fuck the police
And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball? Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball? Tattoos like Machiavelli, the shit that make you wanna ball. And I'm a die when I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all.
Yeah Can you believe? Them boys living the mother fucking dream while they still sleep High sons of bitches Alarm clock ain't going off until the work day's halfway over Fuck it, Light five more And I heard homeboy done fucked every bitch on the block That mother fucker crazy ClevelandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
