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swiss kidd – the dog pound lyrics

[intro]
it’s sad bro…
it’s really sad man…i mean
the system was never made for us
but all we gotta do is hustle…swiss

[verse]
i be on the table with my enemies yeah
singing morning glory jah jah blessing me yeah
enemy of progress miss me till it’s d-day
dream about a ghost cruising down the freeway
i mean moving kilos on the underground
homie dead others in the pound
he was playing tetris till the feds come
them 5 bricks need to move around
eating out your b-tch like a benihana
we be going hard till we count hunnid (mil)
she on that miley but she act like hannah
till mickey f-cked her now she know bananas
till n-gg-s know about swiss i go hard or go home
like a crack head in the city centre that crack rock is a diamond
f-ck the system they don’t favour us coloured people matter where u from
the feds watching its dangerous bring the white girl to her knew home

[chorus]
started at the bottom tryna glow up
i’m tryna cut a check put my dawgs on
the system gave us nothing so we make one
but then they come and put us in the dog pound

[verse2]
they don’t wanna see us winning
but ankle monitors beeping
our african queens be weeping
prisoner in this heaven we live in
they complain about us like we the problem
i didn’t see a problem in philando
they serpents they beaughing when we struggle
f-ck em all all we do is hustle
bang bang they call me big swiss
i am on the come up like like we rated triple x
you looking at me like i’m f-cking triple x
he got 30 on the wrist but i flip it to a check
listening to hov while i’m skating down the street
when i get this money i won’t spend it on the strip
i will save up all this money and take my momma on a trip
if the music isn’t selling f-ck it umma get a brick

[chorus]
started at the bottom tryna glow up
i’m tryna cut a check put my dawgs on
the system gave us nothing so we make one
but then they come and put us in the dog pound

[verse 3]
all the blacks k!ll each other
from north wales to atlanta
if it’s my blood somebody die tho
ehh these bullets got your name tag bro
yeah my n-gg-s is savages
they didn’t chose this life
they wanted to be doctors
but the system deny
albert einstein the way they counting up a brick
the only math they do is on a corner of a street
they never got they license but they pull up with tht stick
they k!ll for f-cking colours but they never paint a pic
yeah it’s f-cking disgusting
the system they dun played us
yeah it’s f-cking disgusting
the system they hate us

[chorus]
started at the bottom tryna glow up
i’m tryna cut a check put my dawgs on
the system gave us nothing so we make one
but then they come and put us in the dog pound

- swiss kidd lyrics

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