Screwaholic - Only A Few lyrics

[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