Thru Da Fog

(Like if I do some shit and you don't call me out is you really my bro like)
(You're supposed to do that, that's you playing your part, that's you filling your roll)

(Ugh yuh)
If you my mans' I'm with you right or wrong
If you my bitch I'm with you whether it's win loose or draw
I put my life up on that line like I might loose it all
I still hate the fact that I love your ass to a fault
I still hate the fact that I led your ass thru da fog
I can't shake the fact that I could get locked for that call
Just I want you to know, that I miss you
But I'm still cool, because I had to, been adapt to it
Yea I miss my son like a mother fucker I wan' be dad to him
I pray to god everyday that I won't ever be dead to him
I'm finna stack this bread and send a big ass check to him
If you my boy then why the fuck your ass never check on me

If you my boy then why the fuck your ass never check on me
If you my boy then why the fuck your ass never check on me
If you my boy then why the fuck your ass never check on me
(I could probably check on 'em more too though)
(Why you never check, why you never check)

You my mans' I'm with you right or wrong (If you my man)
If you my bitch I'm with you whether it's win loose or draw (If you my bih)
I put my life up on that line like I might loose it all (Like I might loose it all)
I still hate the fact that I love your ass to a fault
I still hate the fact that I led your ass thru da fog
I can't shake the fact that I could get locked for that call
And I want you to know, that I miss you
But I'm still cool, because I had to, been adapt to it
Miss my son like a mother fucker I wan' be dad to him (I wan' be dad)
I pray to god like everyday that I won't be dead to him (I won't be dead)
I'm finna stack this bread and send that big ass check to him
If you my boy then how the fuck your ass never check on me



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Bryant, Shade Nobs
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