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Had more fights than Sugar Ray Robinson, more car wrecks than Yay

Did get hit in a drive by, still hurr today

Is the Lord trying to tell me something, I think that he is

Had to change my lifestyle up, you know what it is

Had to show another squad, still love em the same

But at this point in life, we’re not in the same mindframe

Tree told me, separate the helpers and the hurters

Only run with the ones, that will help you over hurdles

Broke down the list, X’d off a few

It hurt, but you gotta do what you gotta do

Look people in they eye, you’ll see straight to they heart

You could tell if they A-1, from the start

It’s two type of niggas, trill and the lame

Suppose to be your partnas, then they go against the grain

First the money come, then the new friends follow

Will they still be here, if it all go tomorrow

A bitch is a bitch, and I love my bitch

A hoe is a hoe, she’ll sleep with your bro

Man I’m trying to tell ya, stay on all ten toes

Because the do', turn friends into foes

It’s like my partnas turn to foes, ever since I got off my ass

I went to get it for the hood, but I guess I got it too fast

It’s like they turn to camouflage, when I started collecting cash

So I’m doing it by my lone', with a frown that display my mask

It ain’t nothing personal homie, that’s how I had to learn to take it

They knowing me being real, but instead they wanna try to fake it

I started out with a hundred niggas, repping the gang

And about fifty percent of they ass, went straight down the drain

But I’m truly dreaming for niggas, who ain’t dreaming the same

So I’m riding through the hood in my Cheve, just doing my thang

I told em get they shit together, and come get in my lane

But for now, it’s like they going against the grain

Blunt full of kush, make your problems disappear

Your high come down, and your problems reappear

Just lost Ms. Understeen, I know Skoola took it hard

Me I’m happy for her, cause I know she with the Lord

How can it be so good, and bad at the same time

They told me hold on, I tell em it’s no time

They asked me when I blow up, I tell em in no time

Just remember I told ya, when I touch down it’s show time

Jealous ass bitches, you gotta come harder

Ain’t been on TV a week, and noticed the hate done came larger

All the real niggas, say keep doing what you do

Keep God first, you’ll get what’s coming to you Zilla