DogFather Intro

[Verse 1]
(Talk to 'em Que)
Lost my seat two times in a row
Hurt me, took my car, and plus some more
Ever seen a grown man cry?
What I want most money can't buy
I'll trade it all to get my babies back
And have that feeling to say "I created that"
They tell you never question god's plan
To pray, and leave the rest in god's hands
Make its the timing, maybe its my karma
Why you take my sons?
Or was they some daughters?
Questions I'll never know the answers to
Got so tired of hearing "Que, I'm praying for you"
That I ain't even want to talk to motherfuckers
Found myself goin' off on motherfuckers
I was in my feelings, really I was tripping
I admit it, shit, really, I was wiggin'
Pissed, pointing the finger at my lady
Black man hurt like shit is why I kept her happy
I was passionate, but had that anger built up from always being broke, and I was spazzing
Never got a chance to apologize for being inconsiderate, and for how I was acting

[Verse 2]
(Talk to 'em Que)
Humble nigga, been the same from jump
Always been me, ain't never faked the form (keep going)
Shoot? Of course, I done did my shot dirt
Like any other person walking on this earth
But to have every single plan snatched away
That's a feeling that I can't explain
Its like the devil playing with me saying 'sike, ha got your ass'
Like I'm a fucking game

[Interlude]
(Damn its like that?...fuck it keep going)

[Verse 3]
And all I'm left to do is stay positive
Waiting for another stick to say positive
Was fake the next time
When them two lines pop up it'll be the fucking opposite
Maybe its the bogus, maybe its the juice
Maybe its all the stress I put my bitch through
I don't fucking know, don't even got a clue
Really, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Fuck it, all the stress, pour another duece
Light another loosie, fuck them damn groupies
I just want my gist, fuck this other shit
Fuck that, fuck the rap, fuck the fame, fuck these chains
Fuck this Rollie, fuck the Range, nigga fuck everything
Don't get me wrong, no, I'm blessed and grateful
I'm more than thankful lord, I swear I'm graceful
I'm so heartbroken, kinda disappointed
Same shit every time, just a different toilet
And I don't mean to get too deep
But its time for some real shit for those who sleep
My life is far from sweet, nigga this is me
Fuck that new weird shit, I'm doing this for the streets