Waka Flocka Flame — For My Dawgs

[Intro] Yeah, I definitely fuck with Brick Squad, man Real talk, man Gucci, I got you Frenchie, I got you Wooh, I got you Flocka [Verse 1] Mentally ill, please, someone call a doctor 9-1-1, it's emergency, go get a doctor You don't know by now? Boy, they call me Waka Flocka I got a bad habit, I might O.D. off yoppers Whole bunch of choppers for my enemies Devil entered me, my mind on injury I'm in front of the jury like I'm guilty Shawty tried me, so I killed them off, GP Mom, I'm sorry, I can't let you bury Don't worry, just commissary And some letters plus some phone time, momma What's the golden rule? Don't turn on my partners [Chorus] I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma live, I'ma live I'ma die, I'ma die for my motherfucking dogs I'ma rob, I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I'ma steal I'ma kill, I'ma kill for my motherfucking dogs I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma live, I'ma live I'ma die, I'ma die for my motherfucking dogs I'ma rob, I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I'ma steal I'ma kill, I'ma kill for my motherfucking dogs [Verse 2] I heard a lot of niggas dissing me, they let me know they missing me I been down for some months, now it's time to make history With these evil ass thoughts, it feel like Satan just entered me I'ma pull through this shit, I don't need no nigga to pray for me I was told to calm down and spit my pain on the mic I dropped one mixtape, six months later my career took flight "O Let's Do It" got 'em hype, "Luv Dem Gun Sounds" make them fight I go "Hard in Da Paint" you can tell that on sight I'm the mixtape prince, ain't no nigga fucking with me I'm from Clayton County, Riverdale, but born in New York North side Queens, to be exact, Brick Squad, we a wolfpack I can taste these niggas' flesh, I can smell these niggas' fear Riverdale, Flocka [Chorus] I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma live, I'ma live I'ma die, I'ma die for my motherfucking dogs I'ma rob, I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I'ma steal I'ma kill, I'ma kill for my motherfucking dogs I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma live, I'ma live I'ma die, I'ma die for my motherfucking dogs I'ma rob, I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I'ma steal I'ma kill, I'ma kill for my motherfucking dogs [Verse 3] They say a man shouldn’t cry, but sometimes, that shit hurt Why they put G-Baby's face on a T-shirt? Neek, I know it hurt, that's just God at his work Lord, all the real niggas living in the dirt I'ma ride, I'ma ride every chance a nigga get I'ma squeeze, I'ma squeeze, I'ma let my gun rip R.I.P. Trav, on some real nigga shit Real nigga clique, I'm on my Brick Squad shit One lousy-ass bullet can't fucking stop me I feel like Rocky when he fought Apollo Creed I'm a certified G, Waka Flocka too street You can call me Concrete, raised by Grove Street [Chorus] I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma live, I'ma live I'ma die, I'ma die for my motherfucking dogs I'ma rob, I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I'ma steal I'ma kill, I'ma kill for my motherfucking dogs I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma live, I'ma live I'ma die, I'ma die for my motherfucking dogs I'ma rob, I'ma rob, I'ma steal, I'ma steal I'ma kill, I'ma kill for my motherfucking dogs