 My dog is young as hell but still a step We call them baby runt like window shoppers I see through every front, I speak out what I need I puss-sick everything I want, I block out anything I hate It's still the homies, still unpaid The notice went unseen, the tenants too relaxed The standards have collapsed, they rope me in with lames They treat me like I'm them, they hate I overcame Refuse to pat my back, refuse to shake my hair Refuse to give me props when I am not around Refuse to act like I ain't shit to sound Like I ain't push the culture like several vultures ain't come after me