Stab me in da back when you smile in my face pretended to be real when ya whole style was fake i never trust a soul that can’t own they fate but I can trust this pole if a nigga wanna ta take /acting like my brother when you really wanna hate never trust a soul keep a clip up on my waist I’d be ya own family to prey on what you make they quick to be ya friend but when you leave they a snake I read thru all the bullshit you can’t bullshit in my face I had ta find my way ducking jail cells and grave was down out on my ass till i finally made a play now everybody trash bag em up an throwaway