[ Featuring Meek Mill ]
Uh, yeah
Uh, let's get it
This for my dogs layin' down the road
Real teammate, don't mind playin' down the role
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
Right back poppin' out outside however it fold
This for them soldiers, I'm forever stayin' on my toes
Think it's crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls
Put that on my soul
And I got a pure soul
Say your team full of shooters, we don't play a zone
And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone
But I'ma make it home
Gotta kill to make it home
How the f*ck I'm wrong?
Glock full plan to break his bones
I told my youngin if he drill about it, don't gon' make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong
'Cause them homicides be takin' long
My dog had called me from up top and sayin' he made it home
And I was tellin' him that he thinkin' wrong
'Cause we real niggas hangin' on
'Til the end
He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
And I said I got a half a mil', I'm lockin' in
Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' his case like I was him, no cap
Seen a half a mil' before the labels heard my name (Swerve)
Too much on my brain, ain't chase no fame, I had that flame
All the nights I came out, it was dangerous, I can't name
I was born to run shit, nigga, I can't change
Made my first check, ain't buy my mom's a house, ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit, I was on some dumb shit
Niggas who I f*ck with, if I call, they come quick
Niggas run up, dump shit, niggas buy my sons shit
Early mornings in L.A., see me, might be with my sons
Pop out solo late at night, I got two guns
Bulletproof 'Lac in the 'Raq, who gon' do some?
F*ck up 50K in Saks and it's just two of us
This for my dog, ain't get to ball this old
I think it's crazy, I lost my soul before I lost my pole
I had to see if it's real, I touched him in the coffin cold
I'm watchin' his mama cry, he layin' there in the coffin froze
This drillin' shit like all we know
Niggas ain't even cool with us, actin' like they cool with us
Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust
Shit, it's only a few of us
Picked up heat, got 'head first in niggas beef, ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hatin' on me, tryna slime me 'cause the Lamb' got slime seats
Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy, you know where to find me
All the niggas you think behind you, I'll put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas slidin' on me, I be like five deep
Walk in the strip joint, they grabbin' me, I spend like a dime a week
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it hear, I came from lockin' and loadin' (you know that)
This for my youngin, eighteen and he lost his soul
This for my niggas older than me, ain't get to ball this old (ain't get to ball this old)
And I put that on my soul (on my soul)
Neck froze, heart froze, we was walkin' froze (I was walkin' froze)
Kevlar whips for days when we couldn't walk with poles
Some of my niggas who got killed walkin' with the hoes
We got ARs sticks, talkin' to the hoes
Everything I got legit, everywhere I'm ridin' tint
Anything I speak my mind 'bout I come outside with
Dignity what I was born with, that's what I'm dyin' with
This for my dog, ain't get to ball this old
This for my dog, ain't get to ball this old
This for my dogs, ain't get to ball this old
This for my-, this for my-
This for my dog ain't get to ball this old
