Mad Dogs E

Gotta do my thing, runnin' solo, no pack. Havin' nightmares where everything fade to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right Back." Steady smokin' that and then I make a Dope track. Locs on my face, stackin' money bigger. Goin' through the race, makin' haters sicker. Get up off my case, only 'bout figures. Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers. Gotta do my thing, runnin' solo, no pack. Havin' nightmares where everything fade to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right Back." Steady smokin' that and then I make a Dope track. Locs on my face, stackin' money bigger. Goin' through the race, makin' haters sicker. Get up off my case, only 'bout figures. Gotta get it never slip through my fingers. Hit me, what you doin', man? Put a shirt on shorty back, get the liquor Through phantom with my windows tinted tint. They can't see my attitude, pussy changin' attitude. Thinkin' y'all do comedy the way my people clap Shoot. Loaded up a whole damn Birkin with my Way over the shirt. Triple double ways and got This bitch rockin' these fuckin' Even came to Lessons, still these don't get this at first. I ain't talkin' whistles when I tell you had Hurt. What it take to get playin'? I get money, the income. That's what the date like, that's what like if She dumb. I'm levitatin', that means I'm up, Metaphor. I'm aquatiny, that's a frozen pup. Pop tags, broke down, bunch of gold in the House. somethin' else, damn, comin' straight from The crown. Player circle small as fuck 'cause these Niggas play dumb. Business-minded motherfuckers with The plans. Yeah, I feel like, you know, Erykah had this game in somethin' that was, Was fresh and I think he would still be producin' groups. Um, had Bone Thugs Harmony passed on. Froggy, you're such a mess. You must have had made special. And it might not just be music at the Time. think would've gone, you know, definitely Doin' movies by now. Gotta do my thing, runnin' solo, no pack. Havin' nightmares where everything fade to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll be right Back." Steady smokin' that and then I make a Dope track. Locs on my face, stackin' money bigger. Goin' through the race, makin' haters sicker. Get up off my case, only 'bout figures. Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers.