Dog Food Testo

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Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money
Promise, when I get it, can't nobody take it from me
Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude
Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules

On my momma, all I know 'bout is these drugs When she at work, and I'm right outside with them thugs
Yeah, I got friends, some of 'em blue, some of 'em Bloods
So I'ma pick up on the flag just because
Imagine what it's like to wake up every day and know you don't belong
Peer pressure got me ridin', got me on the tag-along
Fuck these hoes and get this money, that's the only theme song
Even if I don't agree, I know it's bool to play along
I can't go out like no bitch, I'm not no punk, I'm no peon
I'm no gangsta, I'm no dealer, but my niggas put me on
What I really got to lose when I go home and lights ain't on?
For some money, I'll finesse you, don't push me, might crack your dome

(Uh)
All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
That muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said)
All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)

And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money Promise, when I get it, can't nobody take it from me
Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude
Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules

Yeah, double life shawty, I know that I'm wrong
I know I can't put none of this bullshit in my songs
I repent to God and ask Him, please, to write my wrongs, hol' up
Here go the work hittin' my phone, hittin' my phone, yeah
I don't wanna live like this
Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this
How did it get like this?
Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit
Wanna run away right now
Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit
Runnin' away from a early death
Knowin' that I can outlive this shit
I don't wanna live like this
Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this
How did it get like this?
Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit
I wanna run away right now
Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit
Runnin' away from a early death
Knowin' that I can outlive this shit

(Uh)
All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Like I just muhfuckin' said, that muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said)
All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah)

And I said, every day I wake up with my mind on this money
Promise, when I get it, can't nobody take it from me
Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude
Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules

Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules
Never had no pet, but I got dog...