Lyrics
It's not for the weak
You say your dog gon' die for you, but mine gon' live with me
I don't gotta drop a bag, I get you hit for free
This a solid pedigree, we just a different breed
Yeah, we TTG, we don't show no sympathy
We put switches on our pistols, make them autos
We put titties on our bitches, now they models
I be paranoid it's up, I can't let him get one up
Cause I know the God ain't promise me tomorrow
Close that back door, it's gettin' spooky out
Still at the corner store with all my jewelry out
I watch you run off with that work, you took the goofy route
My youngins slide down with that toolie
Told my mama that I gotta keep a pole with me
Got demons on the go with me
Bloods and I got locs with me, that continental show for me
Cuban on my body, treat these diamonds like a Rosary
Devil on my shoulder, I know God been watchin' over me
I'm chosen, seen so many real ones in the grave, my heart is frozen
Had to quit the pills too many opps, I can't be dozin'
We done stacked this money to the point that it ain't foldin'
You say your dog gon' die for you, but mine gon' live with me
I don't gotta drop a bag, I get you hit for free
This a solid pedigree, we just a different breed
Yeah, we TTG, we don't show no sympathy
We put switches on our pistols, make them autos
We put titties on our bitches, now they models
I be paranoid it's up, I can't let him get one up
Cause I know the God ain't promise me tomorrow