I really miss my dog
I love the road on the street
It gives me what I need
To make it through the day
Oh, what you gotta say?
I gotta survive
I love, I love to smoke the weed
It gives me what I need
To make it through the day Oh, what
you gotta say?
I gotta survive I gotta survive
Hey,
ain't no more sunny days for me Is what they telling me
I'm running with this pain that keeps shaking like it's a feeling
I see my partner go the other day I only can imagine
And wish that he would another way My homie gone
And here I go dealing this on And tell him how I feel
I hate this in this way But I promised him I would keep it real
Life goes on I wish that I was innocent
But since it ain't I know that I got a couple of shoes to fill
I dedicate this to AJ, Duhm, K
Mr. Pantscrew,
I pray that they okay My brother doing life Two of my sisters dead
A couple partners on the state And some of them on the feds All
this pressure got it kinda hard to hold back But I was soldier
taught to never fold Unless I'm on the dead You might get lost from
trying to look in my eyes But if you feeling like I'm feeling
gone Then reach for the sky and let them know I really miss my dog
So many obituaries
Homies in cemeteries Too many memories
This heartache is too heavy to carry
It seem like every year at this time
It don't ever change Looking for the sun to come out
It don't do nothing but rain It's like a mandatory kick out
This is filling this list out And if you're
on it you'll die before you can get out
Taking a trip to the store Ain't a regular ride no more
Cause you might not make it back home
One day you're here and then you're gone
Taking a trip to the store Ain't a regular ride no more
Cause you might not make it back home
One day you're here and then you're gone
Taking a trip to the store Ain't a regular ride no more
Cause you might not make it back home
One day you're here and then you're gone
Emo,
Jody,
LL,
Butterball,
and Malik Big Steve,
Big Mello,
Big Hawk,
Big Moe,
and then P.A.T.
Some were murdered,
some had accidental deaths Some from natural causes
So tired,
so tired of pulling my black suit out of the closets Man,
I'm so tired of pulling my black suit out of the closets Man,
I'm so tired of pulling my black suit out of the closets
The same old boy I used to blow big with Got his head cut off,
I still wonder who did this *
It is * up, ain't it?
Daddy ain't around no more My junior grow up,
junior's junior's still in the window Waitin' on daddy to show up
I sent this song out to all our fallen soldiers,
man They got keys,
man You know what I'm talkin' about?
From Michael Watts Swisher house,
man Rap a lot,
nigga,
hold up
I believe this my dog I believe this my dog
I know the road on the streets It gives me what I need
To make it through the day So what you gotta say?
I gotta survive I gotta survive
I gotta survive I gotta survive
I love to smoke weed It gives me what I need
To make it through the day So what you gotta say?
I gotta survive I gotta survive
I gotta survive I gotta survive