We've been dogs from the Hush Puppy days
We run around with sl*ts from the way
I'll never see you get tumped in your face
But still we've been accustomed to pain
I remember when your pops passed away
I'd come past for days
The memories circle my brain
I remember when you earnt off an eighth
[?] copped your chain
Now, how many Os later?
Just count how many hoes rate us, we'll forever hold status
And know that I mean this
I'm a father of one, you've got two so let's just say I've got 3 kids
Christmases and birthdays, they'll receive gifts
I'm picturing your girl saying "daddy, we miss
You living in the cell", life's a peak b*tch
Truth, so we ain't never slept with her
Had a plan for the grams, and you said we'd be richer
But now you're gone, I'm depressed in peace, n*gga