You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho You my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me, aye, woo What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary, uh, woah Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you 'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred Fuckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love comin' Slow down on that viagra, push from it, uh Not what you do, just how you do it, ain't what you say, it's how you say it You can think about the money, but it's how you gonna chase it They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up And you only call me when you see me pourin' up And you snuck in tall, you don't know if we know or not And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot, wow My other homie told my other homie That my other homie other homie tryna kill him That's why I only fuck with a couple niggas Get out this dope game, get a couple figures Make my bitch cum and then I'm comin' with her Real niggas only, ain't no competition We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "Bloodas" If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us I learn through rappin', get some bands from it You be around the fake, but I'll stand from it You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho You my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my, you my nigga Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (keep that) They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear) A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (yeah) Straight dope boy (yeah), Richard Porter (trap) Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you nigga (trap) Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you nigga (damn) Yeah, we did dirt (yeah), yeah, I front you work (yeah) Plugged on the syrup (yeah), but that shit was curse (shit!) You like to get high, I like to get paid (okay) I been on some hustlin' shit since 6th grade (aye, who dat?) I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from But I'm the one who that told you, "Fuck them hoes, let's get this paper" Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (hey) Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph) On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (it's Dolph) You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho You my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my, you my nigga You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car, we'll catch the bus I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a nigga rich as fuck Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' whole things I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me Every nigga who do some' gon' have to face me Told my bitch that she can leave, she won't replace me Doin' what I'm 'posed to do, I know they hate me Let me stand up on they ass until they take me You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa'sho You my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my, you my nigga