My Dawg

Let me take ya back to where it started
We was walkin' home from school when we just started fuckin' talkin'
I still remember the conversation that we had
How he was livin' with his auntie, not his mom or his dad
I felt kinda bad but this kid was fuckin' cool
Ridin' on a BMX, he had some black Vans shoes
While we kept fuckin talkin, shit he turned into my street
I knew right from that day that it was him and fuckin' me

That's my dawg, that's my mothafuckin' guy
Used to spend our time gettin' stupid mothafuckin' high
He knows I got his back and I know he got mine
Now that's a mothafuckin' fact that's stood the test of time

That was fifth fuckin' grade but he from Red Deer so that boy already ready for a fade
He told me stories about his homies and how they came to be
Or why he ended up living here, right next to me
Day by day, we got a little closer, little bit older, hearts got a little bit colder
But you know the love kept our bond strong, he's the Cheech to my Chong
My brother from another mother
Fuckin' bowl to the bong

He might only have a year on me
And shit, he's kinda short but he's still a mothafuckin' g
Beat ya up just for runnin' your lips
And if you ain't fuckin' careful, he'll be runnin' your shit
He's the mothafuckin' man so when I say it, shit I mean it
Mighta caught a little heat, but shit, we fuckin' beat it
For that, that fuckin' guy, he will stay by my side till, till, till the mothafuckin' day I die

Now, I ain't got no fuckin' stutter
I'm just tryna get my words right to represent my brother
And there ain't gonna be a hook cause this one's for Leek
I gotta flow hard, shit, it cannot be meek
Because my words represent the homie to you
And I'd die for mine, mothafucka it's true
So when I tell you that I'll stay ten toes to the ground, I mean it, even if my dawg's locked up in the pound

Now he been down from the start so you know he's got my loyalty, he's got a good heart
He'll take your fuckin' problems, make em his own, get ya stoned
And he won't leave your fuckin' side till you ain't feelin' alone
So till the day that I die, I'll be ridin' for him
And if I ever blow up, I'll be splittin' my m's
Because I've said it once, I've said it twice, I'll say it again
I wanna blow up, be the man and support my kin
And yea I know, it's still just a dream makin' hella cream
Gettin' what I want, making a living off of streams
But if the fuckin' day comes then Ima represent you
What we been through and homie what I'm gonna do
Is keep stackin' bands to the fuckin' roof
Build my brand, escalate it to be bulletproof
And when the cash flow's steady, Ima call up my man
On some preppy ass shit like "Let's go work on our tan"
Take a trip, to Fiji, on me flyin' first class
VVS diamonds, ain't no mothafuckin' glass
Shit, you know I'll hold it down till the fuckin' day we go
Ain't no blood relative but he's still my brother, yo