O-Dog

Backroad living

Hennessey sipping

(?) to play the villain

Just to feed my children

Creep behind the starlight

Tryna get my mind right

True like my blood type

Never been a (?) type

Staring at the sun 'till I shine like one

I said I'll treat you like my son

You don't act like one

I can't lack

With this target on my back

I was 17

Push bike and a dream

Nothing's what it seems