[Hook A]
I'd rather ride alone, with nobody rollin with me/
f** the world till I'm gone, seems they all out to get me
There's only a few real left, the rest, just can't trust em/
So any situation I'm stuck in, got me feelin like f** em
(X2)
[Verse 1]
Yeah...
Now I've been stabbed in the back, attacked by my pack and all of them/
Knowing when my back's against the wall, I can't call on em
Some call em friends, I call em foes without a warning/
Plotting on what you got, then all of a sudden it's like they're swarming
They're like hornets, coming in your nest when you least expect it./
Try to jack you for your sh**, like Yung Berg and his necklace. (Haha)
It's phoney motherf**ers, probably working with "undercovers"
Or under the covers with your b**h, f**in without the rubbers
Call you brothers to your face, like you down since the beginning/
Me and B.Whites different, I give a f** who I'm friends with
Yeah, theres no more clique sh**, you can blame it on my b**h, b**h/
You changed since the d**, only my name switched sh**
There's a lot of people in my past I no longer ride with/ (f** em)
Theres a lotta people in the middle that don't know who to side with
When sh** goes down, man, any choice is fine/
Tell me where we draw the line, I got your back if you got mine
[Hook A]
I'd rather ride alone, with nobody rollin with me/
f** the world till I'm gone, seems they all out to get me
There's only a few real left, the rest, just can't trust em/
So any situation I'm stuck in, got me feelin like f** em
(X2)
[Verse 2]
Uh...
Yeah...
There's a few I ain't talking to and they know who I'm talking 'bout/
The ones that's down to ride and they ain't no walkin out
I got love for C3, when I was broke and had no money/
He helped me with my bills and brought me food when I was hungry
When it was drama at the club, you went straight to your truck/
Got the motherf**in guns and said "We bout to f** em up"
So when you got beef, you know it's nothing but love/
And theres no need for salt, cuz im busting the slug
Me and Robert Pett been through some crazy sh** together/
Went to jail, sold d** to help the family stick together
My foster family for being the real family that I needed/
Thomas, Aunt Di, Miss Ruby, the people I smoke weed with
Kevin, bryce, nick, and Sam, and anyone that gives a damn/
And even though I'ma business man, I really owe all this to fans
Anyone that liked my page, supported me throughout my days/
Or the one's screaming "Go Listen!!!" when I'm spittin on stage
[Hook B]
I'd rather ride with y'all, as long as y'all are rollin with me/
This one's for my fam, my fans, and my city
There's only a few real left, the rest just can't trust em/
So any situation I'm stuck in, the ones with me, I love em