"My Dawgs" lyrics
I said "what you gonna do?" yeah
When it comes down the line (comes down the line)
You gonna stay true? (you gonna stay true?)
Or you gon' run and then hide? (run and hide)
I got my dawgs with me
I brought my dawgs with me
My dawgs with me
They got .9's, .45's, nah, you gon' die, homie
They gon' ride for me
They gon' ride with me
Bitch, ride for me
Better stay inside, homie
Ain't no tellin' what they talk about me
Most of it is lies, ever since I started country rap
I'm smokin' I'm on fire, ain't no bullshit
Killed a couple motherfuckers rap careers
They can't put out any music, ain't heard back from 'em in years
Yeah, took a young lady, gave her her first shot
Katie noel blew it, now L's is all she got
I killed a man from Indiana, but that really ain't a flex
I showed up before anyone to help savanna dexter
I'm a pillar, I've been around, ain't talkin' with no filler
I'm loyal, but if you cross me, I'm a fuckin' killer
I've done features for my people, never charged 'em 1 cent
Everybody eatin' from my music and my brothers sweat
I said "what you gonna do?" yeah
When it comes down the line (comes down the line)
You gonna stay true? (you gonna stay true?)
Or you gon' run and then hide? (run and hide)
I got my dawgs with me
I brought my dawgs with me
My dawgs with me
They got .9's, .45's, nah, you gon' die, homie
They gon' ride for me
They gon' ride with me
Bitch, ride for me
Better stay inside, homie
I'm at church in Vatican City, I think I was 35
It was right around the time, like, he had just copped .5's
Seen a white kid rappin' 'bout some white boy shit
I felt alive, open my eyes like "I want in"
I lit a torch and burned it bright, I put hard work in every day
I jumped on a tour bus with Demun, took that bitch from state to state
California tried to ban us 'cause I said the word "gay"
That's gay, but that's the game, yeah, I played the redneck raid
You can ask just in time how much time I done gave
Never run away, always jump over the front gate
All these country rappers died, had to quit and get a job
I made it so you had to rap, and then I gave you John
I did all these fuckin' songs, tossed the plaques in my front lawn
How many independent rappers went platinum, yawn (Yeah)
Like deep breaths, set the bar so high, you gonna need steps
Preachers and Jesus
I said "what you gonna do?" yeah
When it comes down the line (comes down the line)
You gonna stay true? (you gonna stay true?)
Or you gon' run and then hide? (run and hide)
I got my dawgs with me
I brought my dawgs with me
My dawgs with me
They got .9's, .45's, nah, you gon' die, homie
They gon' ride for me
They gon' ride with me
Bitch, ride for me
Better stay inside, homie
When it comes down the line (comes down the line)
You gonna stay true? (you gonna stay true?)
Or you gon' run and then hide? (run and hide)
I got my dawgs with me
I brought my dawgs with me
My dawgs with me
They got .9's, .45's, nah, you gon' die, homie
They gon' ride for me
They gon' ride with me
Bitch, ride for me
Better stay inside, homie
Ain't no tellin' what they talk about me
Most of it is lies, ever since I started country rap
I'm smokin' I'm on fire, ain't no bullshit
Killed a couple motherfuckers rap careers
They can't put out any music, ain't heard back from 'em in years
Yeah, took a young lady, gave her her first shot
Katie noel blew it, now L's is all she got
I killed a man from Indiana, but that really ain't a flex
I showed up before anyone to help savanna dexter
I'm a pillar, I've been around, ain't talkin' with no filler
I'm loyal, but if you cross me, I'm a fuckin' killer
I've done features for my people, never charged 'em 1 cent
Everybody eatin' from my music and my brothers sweat
I said "what you gonna do?" yeah
When it comes down the line (comes down the line)
You gonna stay true? (you gonna stay true?)
Or you gon' run and then hide? (run and hide)
I got my dawgs with me
I brought my dawgs with me
My dawgs with me
They got .9's, .45's, nah, you gon' die, homie
They gon' ride for me
They gon' ride with me
Bitch, ride for me
Better stay inside, homie
I'm at church in Vatican City, I think I was 35
It was right around the time, like, he had just copped .5's
Seen a white kid rappin' 'bout some white boy shit
I felt alive, open my eyes like "I want in"
I lit a torch and burned it bright, I put hard work in every day
I jumped on a tour bus with Demun, took that bitch from state to state
California tried to ban us 'cause I said the word "gay"
That's gay, but that's the game, yeah, I played the redneck raid
You can ask just in time how much time I done gave
Never run away, always jump over the front gate
All these country rappers died, had to quit and get a job
I made it so you had to rap, and then I gave you John
I did all these fuckin' songs, tossed the plaques in my front lawn
How many independent rappers went platinum, yawn (Yeah)
Like deep breaths, set the bar so high, you gonna need steps
Preachers and Jesus
I said "what you gonna do?" yeah
When it comes down the line (comes down the line)
You gonna stay true? (you gonna stay true?)
Or you gon' run and then hide? (run and hide)
I got my dawgs with me
I brought my dawgs with me
My dawgs with me
They got .9's, .45's, nah, you gon' die, homie
They gon' ride for me
They gon' ride with me
Bitch, ride for me
Better stay inside, homie
