Everybody's great when they're not tired
The champions is when they're tired
That's when the real champions come out
That's when the real dog come out
Cause if you gon' piss like a puppy
Stay on the porch
And let the big dogs eat
Let them on the f*cking field
Have some heart
Who the f*ck is man dawg
I run with the dawgs man
Seeming like a cycle
Way they all just fan in
They have their shit handed
I go Orton, Randy
F*cked her stole the Plan B
I didn't have no plan b
Shooter finger sticky
Other hand been empty
I didn't see no bitches
Other than the ones here
They like jets on high gear
Wearin' out my Nike Airs
Caught a buzz like lightyear
This my favorite time year
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who think that they like that
Murder, murder, write back
Drip had made an ice pack
Buy shit with no price tags
I hit it then I'm right back
She's use to hearing my tracks
She knows that the Hood's him
And that I'm really like that
Once I hit once I may have to fall back
Wish I never saw that
Wished I never called that
Once I hit once I may need a strong glass
Mixed in with stronger gas
F*ck it I am off of that
Sike I just bought a pack
Doubled, re-up the wrap
Ain't got no one to count for that
Been bouncing these f*cking checks
Ride in big trucks like we rednecks
But we stay in the projects
That's what made us projects
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Back, back, back, back, this year
Highlights let's make premieres
I'm 740 pioneer
Smart kid, no priors here
Blood stains on the walls were smeared
Many industry rappers have died this year
They yell he's here, like Paul Revere
System is corrupted
Pardon, interruption
Street life, we've been busted
No one should've trust us
We like shit eruptive
No one to conduct us
Her head game readjusted
Couldn't last another second
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck is man dawg
I run with the dawgs man
Seeming like a cycle
Way they all just fan in
They have their shit handed
I go Orton, Randy
F*cked her stole the Plan B
I didn't have no plan b
Shooter finger sticky
Other hand been empty
HoodFace - Man Dawg Lyrics
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Everybody's great when they're not tired
The champions is when they're tired
That's when the real champions come out
That's when the real dog come out
Cause if you gon' piss like a puppy
Stay on the porch
And let the big dogs eat
Let them on the f*cking field
Have some heart
Who the f*ck is man dawg
I run with the dawgs man
Seeming like a cycle
Way they all just fan in
They have their shit handed
I go Orton, Randy
F*cked her stole the Plan B
I didn't have no plan b
Shooter finger sticky
Other hand been empty
I didn't see no bitches
Other than the ones here
They like jets on high gear
Wearin' out my Nike Airs
Caught a buzz like lightyear
This my favorite time year
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who think that they like that
Murder, murder, write back
Drip had made an ice pack
Buy shit with no price tags
I hit it then I'm right back
She's use to hearing my tracks
She knows that the Hood's him
And that I'm really like that
Once I hit once I may have to fall back
Wish I never saw that
Wished I never called that
Once I hit once I may need a strong glass
Mixed in with stronger gas
F*ck it I am off of that
Sike I just bought a pack
Doubled, re-up the wrap
Ain't got no one to count for that
Been bouncing these f*cking checks
Ride in big trucks like we rednecks
But we stay in the projects
That's what made us projects
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Back, back, back, back, this year
Highlights let's make premieres
I'm 740 pioneer
Smart kid, no priors here
Blood stains on the walls were smeared
Many industry rappers have died this year
They yell he's here, like Paul Revere
System is corrupted
Pardon, interruption
Street life, we've been busted
No one should've trust us
We like shit eruptive
No one to conduct us
Her head game readjusted
Couldn't last another second
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck is man dawg
I run with the dawgs man
Seeming like a cycle
Way they all just fan in
They have their shit handed
I go Orton, Randy
F*cked her stole the Plan B
I didn't have no plan b
Shooter finger sticky
Other hand been empty
The champions is when they're tired
That's when the real champions come out
That's when the real dog come out
Cause if you gon' piss like a puppy
Stay on the porch
And let the big dogs eat
Let them on the f*cking field
Have some heart
Who the f*ck is man dawg
I run with the dawgs man
Seeming like a cycle
Way they all just fan in
They have their shit handed
I go Orton, Randy
F*cked her stole the Plan B
I didn't have no plan b
Shooter finger sticky
Other hand been empty
I didn't see no bitches
Other than the ones here
They like jets on high gear
Wearin' out my Nike Airs
Caught a buzz like lightyear
This my favorite time year
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who think that they like that
Murder, murder, write back
Drip had made an ice pack
Buy shit with no price tags
I hit it then I'm right back
She's use to hearing my tracks
She knows that the Hood's him
And that I'm really like that
Once I hit once I may have to fall back
Wish I never saw that
Wished I never called that
Once I hit once I may need a strong glass
Mixed in with stronger gas
F*ck it I am off of that
Sike I just bought a pack
Doubled, re-up the wrap
Ain't got no one to count for that
Been bouncing these f*cking checks
Ride in big trucks like we rednecks
But we stay in the projects
That's what made us projects
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Back, back, back, back, this year
Highlights let's make premieres
I'm 740 pioneer
Smart kid, no priors here
Blood stains on the walls were smeared
Many industry rappers have died this year
They yell he's here, like Paul Revere
System is corrupted
Pardon, interruption
Street life, we've been busted
No one should've trust us
We like shit eruptive
No one to conduct us
Her head game readjusted
Couldn't last another second
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck you know pullin' up to us
Pullin' up to us
Who the f*ck is man dawg
I run with the dawgs man
Seeming like a cycle
Way they all just fan in
They have their shit handed
I go Orton, Randy
F*cked her stole the Plan B
I didn't have no plan b
Shooter finger sticky
Other hand been empty
Writer: Chandler Crawford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid