[Chorus: 03 Greedo] I remember niggas turned on me Niggas actin' like they never really heard of me Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols, let it burn on 'em Watching how the tables turned on 'em
[Verse: Maxo Kream] Treat your niggas like your brothers, you would never turn your back Right or wrong for your brothers, you would bust a nigga cap Used to mob deep as hell, you had a hundred niggas strapped Now you locked up in jail, where them hundred niggas at? Probably tryna fuck your main, they ain't worried 'bout you, nigga But they screaming free your name on they Instagram and Twitter Niggas cappin' for the 'gram but they ain't give you one dollar How that post to be your mans, but he ain't checkin' on your momma? Took away your commissary, think the boss man on some jelly shit Had 50 bands on you, but they put it with the evidence Your name ring bells, still eating in the county Before you made it to your cell, you had soups and brownies You gon' eat regardless, but your niggas left you starvin' But when the drama pop off, you the first one they callin' Remember whatchamacallit took the box and stole the pounds And you pulled up on his block, with the Glock and gunned him down Caught him lackin' from behind, you cocked the 9 and popped the iron Put your life on the line, but your niggas let you down You ain't bitchin', you ain't cryin', got a heart of a lion No snitchin', testifyin', day for day, you do the time Your lawyer said your homie snitchin', you thought it was a lie Then you read that black and white, broke your heart and crushed your pride The same blood nigga that you called your lil' bro The same lil' nigga droppin' names like a hoe Took him to interrogation, he was posin', fake stiff Let them crackers fast talk him, now he shakin' like a bitch Laws threw some time at him, started singin', Taylor Swift Told on you for a Coca-Cola and some cigarettes Cut from a different cloth, these fuck niggas made different Screamin' "death before dishonor", swear to God, you really live it Laws tried to question you, you told them crackers burn in hell Take a .38 shell before you ever talk to 12
[Chorus: 03 Greedo] I remember niggas turned on me Niggas actin' like they never really heard of me Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols, let it burn on 'em Watching how the tables turned on 'em
[Outro: 03 Greedo] I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed Hoppin' out with Ks, aimin' at they face Bitch, I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed Hoppin' out with Ks, aimin' at they faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
