My Dawg Been My Dawg ft. D’oro Lyrics

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Uh, lemme take em way back when, when we wasn't even men yet

Like 5th or 6th grade with no hair up on our chins yet

They might know us now, but they don't know where we been at

When we ain't have no Raid, we sprayed them roaches with the Windex

And stained them counters blue, "bruh look what you did"

"Ion know what to tell you", "mchtt, it is what it is"

"What you gon tell yo mom ?", "Ion know bih"

"But aye, promise one thing", "what ?", "that you won't snitch"

And he never did, bruh kept it realer than

Life when you fucked up and really down on ya dick

And I can't lie, I've been many times just like him

Getting caught up, when them cops come ain't no one saying shit

My dawg been my dawg and my dawg ain't never fold

Ain't nothing like you niggas who got sent up the road

That went in wit yo partnas, but somehow you out alone

Y'all went from being friends, to "sorry nigga i'm tryna come home"

Yeah my dawg been my dawg and my dawg ain't never fold

Ain't nothing like you niggas who got sent up the road

That went in wit yo partnas, but somehow you out alone

Y'all went from being friends, to "sorry nigga i'm tryna come home"

Yeah, we struggling everyday, no food up in the fridge

My coach cutting off my light again, we had the candles lit

Whenever momma down bad, I'm up in Blade crib

We got so used to it, I thought this how we supposed to live

We eating off of food stamps

Hated school, collard shirt tucked in Levi pants

Yeah I came up off of silly bands and ray bans

Water bouta get cut off again, fill up the tub, we filled up every bag

Taught my dawg how to hustle at 12 years old

Asking for donations at red lights on the main road

We from Kissimmee nigga, round the corner from the O

Finessing people for some dough, probably finessed yo folks

Late night walks stomach hurting, I had finessed the store

Young as hell, but we was aware that we was real poor

Taking turns sleeping on the couch, "who next up on the floor ?"

"If you ain't fam or one of my brothers, then you gotta go"

Yeah, we was hustling at the red lights

Watching fights on the stop sign

Walking miles, we ain't have rides

Rushing for school, we ain't on time

My dawg been my dawg and my dawg ain't never fold

Ain't nothing like you niggas who got sent up the road

That went in with yo partnas, but somehow you out alone

Y'all went from being friends, to"sorry nigga i'm tryna come home"

Yeah my dawg been my dawg and my dawg ain't never fold

Ain't nothing like you niggas who got sent up the road

That went in with yo partnas, but somehow you out alone

Y'all went from being friends, to "sorry nigga i'm tryna come home"