[Hook]
Me and my dog, represent like what (rep, rep)
Represent like what (like what, like what)
Me and my b**h get it in like what
We get it in like what, unh (unh, unh, unh, unh, unh...)
[Post-Hook]
And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball?
Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?
Tattoos like Makaveli, the sh** that make you wanna ball
And I'm a die when I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all
[Verse 1]
Me and my dogs getting blow b*atch
My little brother just got out of parole b*atch
My daughter just turned five-years old b*atch
And we ain't mopping no mo' floors b*atch
None of my brothers work 9-5
Never scared living life, we got nine lives
Keep it hood with the Hen, no Mai Tai
Smoking on la-la, bumping Big Poppa
I mean look at all the sh** we been through
Seven people in a four door rental
I mean look at what we did with a pencil
Beat a statistic of becoming another stencil
I mean an outline on that sidewalk
Man I'm supposed to be dead and that's real talk
[Hook + Post-Hook]
[Verse 2]
I wonder what you got for a little muhaf**a
A real muhf**a, chill muhf**a
I guess it's God's will
Yet and still, I'm in the field with dollar bills
To track sharks with no gills, ready to k** muhf**as
And I don't want no part of that
The first time I heard kat-kat-kat
I almost had a f**ing heart attack
Stuttering like that-that-that sh** was crazy
Maybe it's time I used the talent that God gave me
But I was just local
Didn't have a rap name, I was just hopeful
Paid for my first studio session with quarters
We didn't even have enough money to cut vocals, damn
Traded pop cans for dimes
Some wanna be doctors, I wanted to rhyme
And if following your dreams is a crime, then I'm a crook
Guess I'll be in the book, when they get me, in due time
[Interlude]
Free all my real muthaf**ers! We livin' b**h! f** the police!
[Hook + Post-Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah! Can you believe? Your boy is living the muthaf**ing dream, while they still sleep. Ha, sons-of-b**hes. Alarm clock ain't going off 'til the work days half-way over. f** it! Light five more. And I heard homebody done f**ed every b**h on the block, hahahaha. That muhaf**a crazy. Cleveland (8x)!