Yall my mutha fuckin niggas, stand behind me,
burn with me, do dirt with me, lurk with me,
go through hurt with me, yall would hurt for me,
yall real homie, in a world that’s turned on me,
sour and bitter, one thing I can count on, my nigga,
to be there, lift me up when I fall,
if you ever need anything, just give me a call,
you my mutha fuckin dawg, this ones for yall,

Chris, ima start with you first, cuz we grew up together,
We’ve always been cool, never dislike each other,
Never fight each other, but use to beat the shit out of others,
Dawg you like my brotha, and for that I love ya,
You use to want all the girls, but I got the dates,
Last I had seen you is when you went to jail in 7th grade,
Got out with a dirty slate, but now you doin good,
A son and a wifey, that puts up with your hood,
You on the grind, but you makin cash,
Talk about the past, and can’t help but to laugh,
We done some stupid shit, but its all good now,
If you ever need me, just pick up the phone and dial

Dirty my dawg, yous the next one in line,
We use to just ride, and burn kind,
Boont’em up too, do coke lines,
But you, only bump up a few,
Ghetto ass, that would act a fool,
When I needed you to have my back,
That’s when I knew you was true,
We D.O.’s and we know that we real,
You’ve emptied your pockets to put gas in my Deville,
We don’t chill much, but you know im still here,
If you ever need me dawg, ima be right there.

Barshay this is how ima start’em, Be both chilled on rock bottom,
Lost, grab cash and gottem, Struggled and still on bottom,
But dawg, just be strong, For money only brings harm,
For us lost and never found, I’ll be here till we in the ground,
Yous my fuckin boy, best remember that,
When your cousin got hit, you got your lil gat,
If you need me to ride, believe ill have your back,
Well hit finish together, you passenger in my lac,
We ain’t gonna stop, till we hit the fuckin top,
Watchin the world from atop of chimney rock,
Till our body rot, my nigga



Gene Pool
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