Lyrics RODM2 INTRO - Danger Da Mac

Danger Da Mac, TGOD, Gwalla gang official, you know what I'm saying
But a nigga just gotta keep up, gotta get up, and keep up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, everyday we grow older, I can't hold ya, I been losin' hope
Standin' in front of these judges, how they gon' judge me? Bitch, getting fulla dat dope

Niggas steady callin' my phone, beggin' for loan, must want both of us broke
One night Pops got drunk, somebody sent fire damn near got both of us smoked
Just awake and shakin', once again, I'm fly in my city
On the phone with momma, she like, son, don't die in that city

R.I.P. to Henry, Snipe to Kang, hate, my guys ain't with me
Niggas sent some threats and, that's a bet, tell that bitch come' get me
Behind the wall, video call, lost touch with my baby
I ain't the same, tryna stay sane, this shit done drove me crazy

Lani, Nova, Pootie', man, I hope y'all love y'all daddy
Cause all the months that I was gone, I was missin' y'all badly
I hit the streets, I'm back fucked up, look, I'm back at the bottom
My pockets hurt, they got the nerve to ask me what's my problem

These niggas pussy with their money, hopin' I don't rob em'
They tryna crack a joke, but my demeanor stayin' solid
To tell the truth about it all is I'm a hypocrite
How I'ma tell you stop the violence when I'm flippin' shit

I got this switch up on this Glock cause I'll whip a bitch
repeatin this cycle knowin' I gotta try some different shit
I'm tryna change and fuck the game cause I just left the feds
My heart got broke the other day, they say my nigga dead

I sit and think what type of thoughts run through my daughter head
Is she ashamed of the type of life she know her father led
These different women time in prison for me dealin' dope
To keep them hoes from holdin' me back, I let my feelings go

Depend on percs to get me high when I been feelin' low
And all these hoes say I'm a dog, but bitch, I'm still a goat
These hoes'll say I did her wrong, but ask them what I do
She'll say I fucked a friend, she want to fuck my nigga too

Cause you was thinkin' I ain't know whole, time a nigga knew
You was thinkin' I was green, the one was green was you
It's like the hardest thing in life to leave the streets alone
It's like I hear them bitches callin' me on speakerphone

How he gon' teach the word of God if the preacher cone
He at the dope house after service tryna sneak a stone
Might have to step, so I just gotta keep my sneakers on
Your partner foul, you tryna act like you don't see the wrong

When you come up, they suck you dry, then all the leeches gone
These young niggas ain't learn a thing, cause all they teachers gone
But to each his own
Yeah, Danger Da Mac, TGOD, Gwalla Gang Official

Return to the Mac 2, nigga