See It's the ones close to you that f___ ya
Turn ya back and they stab you in the back
Name dropping
c___ Blocking
Shut the door
Top locking
Claiming Fam
Shake ya hand
On the low they hating man
They take your kindness for weakness
Swearing that your too dumb and too blind
You can't see this
Adolescent attitude
It's like they're a fetus
You know they find your wife
Turn like "look you don't need this"
Plus they harbour s___
Make you wanna give them more custody
Above it b____
Stay calm with this
And part in this
Cause they not built for war
They talk s___ behind closed doors
Crawling on all fours
They slither like a python
Cause when you confront their b____ a__
They're always like
"nah I ain't say that"
They pray for your downfall
They want you erased
But they never talk that s___ your face

Yeah mother f___er keep flapping your lips
Cause all that really means is you're stuck to my s___
Little b____ cause you gossiping when I ain't around
When you see me you're like
"Waddup Tone"
And give me a pound
And don't think that I don't know what's really good n____h
Snitches get stitches
We in the hood n____h
Fake a__ friends hating cause I'm the s___
I see you baby
Remember paybacks a b____

I used to hang with clowns and run with wimps
And all the chicks are bad
With nothing but tricks
I used to daydream about being rich
And having money to burn
And million dollar rips
I'm f___ing ?????
And cash and stocks
Drown wifey in furs and matching rocks
Get on the money train
And ride till past the last stop
Connected to the hood
Help the have-nots
Haters stick around
I Need a mascot
Keep my name on your lips
So my fame never slips
God bless this child
Cause I held my own
I'm a soldier
I work hard for everything I own
I bless the microphone
While your home hating Tone
I'm sippin on patrone with your wifey on the phone
With your
No job
No life
s___ty rep
Sucker for love
If you wasn't such a b____
I'd be coming with slugs
See haters come a dime a dozen
I want my refund
You stink b______
??
2 minute you s___ it
Well you ain't
Now i'm gonna give your b____ a__ a real reason to hate
Keep your window open n____h

Yeah mother f___er keep flapping your lips
Cause all that really means is you're stuck to my s___
Little b____ cause you gossiping when I ain't around
When you see me you're like
"Waddup Tone"
And give me a pound
And don't think that I don't know what's really good n____h
Snitches get stitches
We in the hood n____h
Fake a__ friends hating cause I'm the s___
I see you baby
Remember paybacks a b____

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