Everybody is creepin', I guess they think I'm sleepin'
I feel I'm schemin', I think them demons discovered a weakness
And my team is causing complications
Infiltration the playa hation stops the operation
And block the flotation of yo paper chasin'
Say he is constantly workin', his demons is lurkin'
And their purpose to get in my shit, in closed curtains
Don't think I've been murdered by one of my foes
They say it's usually motha-fuckas that 'cha know (amen)
And very close
I know you the kind to be the first to wanna ride wit' 'cha
Doin' too much all the time, why don't 'cha recline nigga
But naw, they see me dip to make them moves in these expensive cars
And overnight they think that they can make it this far, discard
When they see them groupies, pushin' asses out the way
So they can get to me
Why am I caught up in this bullshit and this trauma
And I really should've listened to my mama
Mama used to say, boy yo friends ain't friends
(Boy everybody ain't yo homie, got to watch yo back)
Mama used to say, they will bring yo end
(You live a thug's life, you live a rough life)
Mama used to say, if you wanna grow up
(Boy everybody ain't yo homie, got to watch yo back)
Mama used to say
Leave them nothin' ass niggas alone, fo' sho'
Y'know, she know
At home broke, but mama be back
Gotta hit me a corna with the line, get these rap snaps
The odds against me to didn't won, but I bet on myself
The one, Keef G playin' the cards that life dealt
Dwellin' on hard times, this suck out spirit
Walkin' wit' 'cha head down, sad, who wants to hear it
The law of the land says weed is a contraband
What 'cha want us to do, Beg with a cup in our hands
We get to the point that we tired, but we keep on pushin'
Fuck a job, never tell me I'm fired
Standin' on faith, who can stop me
Absorbin' this shit the sell about me, masterin' poverty
Makin' my next stand, bellin' down train tracks, I'm the hobo
Blow in a floss off a couple bar tenders, pour me a double
Something said to be trouble, when there's money involved
Nigga-
