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(album: Rap Like The Rent Due - 2022)


My dog been taking them thirties, he can't stand up
A nigga tryna find anybody, gotta jam us
As they 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 put in that call like triple dare

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
Saturday, go on the road, know I gotta go, I got a flat tire
Honestly, 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 to me at a recital
I care for you, I swear, I admire you like Michael
Got no heart, came 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
And I peep niggas like a shooting range
I got a lil' pump like "Gucci Gang"
This MAC came with the cooling fan

My dog been taking them thirties, he can't stand up
A nigga tryna find anybody, gotta jam us
As they 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 put in that call like triple dare

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