Dawg Days ft. MilesPerHour

Even on the darkest days, I still make the

sunrise

Wake up on the couch, break down some bud, I get on my ground I be sayin' check the clock right now, it's still gon' be my time I be from the mud, from the south, you know

I be on shine I do it like a pimp, I see money like a blimp

I be sky high, four deep with a spliff

Pockets Bun B, I got bread, it make me limp

I been walkin' sideways, that heater on my hip

Made it out the dog days, I'm a dog, you a pet

Get on top the food chain, I just put it on my neck

Know that time change, some new shit always on my wrist

She said, Metta Mane, why you gotta take me off the top list