Pre Hook:
Some n***as I never trust call em f** n***as
Never coming up n***as/Down on they luck n***as
Ride in the truck/Right beside undercover n***as
On the other side/But they lie they ya brother n***as
Verse 1:
Slide in the homicide city in the night time
Out for the money no pity when it's grind time
Blind spots checking for the blinky lights
Pinky bright
50 nights
50 flights
Ricky like
Sickly type
Strictly white
Get it right
I get it
Legendary
Did it by my damn self
Ain't sh** hereditary
Pay in the cemetery
Juice 10 before that
Tryna stay where money be
Jail I ain't going back
f** n***as
Shots fired
Who he throw em at
Send shots at n***as who don't rap to throw em back
I be Grinding trap
To provide me a stack
With about 20 racks
And I strategize my plans
Just to get them rubber bands
If you ain't lived this street life it's hard to understand
Speak in code on the phone
Stay alone I don't trust n***as
On the late night
Eyes out for fu*k ni**aS
Hook:
fu*k ni**aS
4X
Skit audio
Verse 2
Late night in the trap baggin' thinking of a million
Back to back backwoods
Tryna ease that gutter feeling
Spot jumpin'
No fronting n***as they ain't coming back
Hard to trust ya own in these streets that's the sadder facts
They be scheming trying to gather facts
Praying on ya downfall
Begging for a start up pack
Part of that gone
Trynta ball for these b**hes
Then the sh** start getting slow/watch the way them n***as switch up
They some
fu*k ni**aS
Every year I cut em off
They ain't cut up from the cloth
With the DNA of boss
They some
fu*k ni**aS
Don't get caught up in the floss
Or the chains that I truck n***a
Still gon' be a fu*k ni**a
fu*k ni**aS
Hard to be a city general
Read between the lines of the messages they sending you
Make it real hard to trust n***a
Even n***a who made this beat
Is just a fu*k ni**a
fu*k ni**aS