Rx Papi
No Voodoo To Bring Da Dead Bacc

[Intro]
(Run that back, Vino)
It's the dog
Uh, tell you all about it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They know I'm a dog, my n***a
I went hard for all my n***as
I lost all my n***as
N***as dead, they ain't got no phone, can't even call them n***as
That's when I pull that money out, go to thumbing through it
Start thinking 'bout the times when I used to wanna do it
Broski told me I was gifted, I should stick to music
Shooting happened up the block, my friend a victim to it
Got in the car for the first time and got addicted to it
Stab my brother in the back, I just can't see me do it
I take a Xan' and go to sleep, see murder, you don't know that feeling
They took your man face in his front yard, yeah, they Soulja Slimmed him
You think you know me, you don't know shit, just come a lil' closer, n***a
I took that n***a in, I clothed him and I fed the n***a
These n***as two steps stuck behind, I stay ahead of n***as
Thought I was getting hugged, there's nothin' in my bed, I felt the reaper touch me
Bitch said she feel like she watching a horror flick, she don't like sleeping with me
Ummi keep telling me, "Stop doing Percs," I'll fuck around, have a seizure
I'm tryna explain how she can explain to Baby Z when I leave her
Ray Charles blessed he ain't gotta see the shit that's goin' on
He ain't do nothin' to get 'em robbed, but I did and I know I'm wrong
My dad went out to start the car, he ain't even make it home
I know all about homicides, see somebody die, don't take that long
They hit him in his body and hit the floor, that's when he started bleeding
That's when I lost my fucking mind, that's when I started screaming
I don't know if this shit real or not
That's why I do pills a lot
Lying to Ummi like I quit
Close range, I seen pops get hit
All alone, I think I see him
All alone, I really need him
All along, I knew I was tweaking
It's no voodoo to bring the dead back
They dropped one, then we dropped four, it ain't no way to ever dead that
Ummi ask me where my head at
Stuck in the bottom of a Tris bottle
He was strapped, then died, that's his problem
I'm going through some shit I can't explain
I pour six after six, this shit don't help with the pain
Knock back four RPs, it did some shit to my brain
I'll click, switch, tick, make a bitch feel that flame
They want war, then we gon' one, feelings numb, go in for the kill
I pull my money out my pocket, this damn near worth more than your deal
I heard something in the house
I know I'm not bugging out
Ummi think I'm druggin' out
He kept playing, they put him down
N***as know I don't fuck around
I got murder on my conscience
Should I serve him? Should I rob him?
Deep down, I feel like I got problems
[Outro]
Whatever you do, just don't call me crazy
It's the dog