Lyrics

All this pain got me thinking bout my dog dead Day I lost, j you see that night took it the hardest Stressing since a youngin' I should probably have a bald head Speakin' to the mic I'm tryna let it know my heart ache I was runnin' city, as a youngin I was a hard head Shoulda left my brother with that stick in them apartments Oh, no, why you had to go I told bro don't run that play without me but they had done blitzed I know some hitters snappin' in that field and I ain't talkin' centers Killas flashin' like a cameraman you know it ain't a pic Heard he tried to go around, gang nem, he got smoked like a cig If you doing that shit for t then I salute its for my nigga Don't talk on camera, phone we code talk cause we really into shit Bitch I'm out the 9, fuck wit Some out the 7 and Thts it Bitch you outtaline better stay up in your place you gettin' skipped Invested 50 up in cars I coulda put that on my wrist They keep on saying ' I'ma star but I shine like the VVS On my mama I go hard guess I just do it I need a check My dog sick he in the jam if I run it up I'll get a vet We need a time cut, the judge had did him dirty he got the max And I'ma give him three ways plus it don't hurt me to send a text And I been workin' these days cause it's hard to relax And I been workin' these days cause it's hard to relax All this pain got me thinking bout my dog dead Day I lost, j you see that night took it the hardest Stressing since a youngin' I should probably have a bald head Speakin' to the mic I'm tryna let it know my heart ache I was runnin' city, as a youngin I was a hard head Shoulda left my brother with that stick in them apartments Oh, no, why you had to go
Writer(s): Dequan Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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