snitching

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Niggas be snitching on me, that shit’s foul in these streets,
Thought we was brothers, but you turned into a creep.
Running your mouth like a rat, you a whole damn joke,
Backstabbin’ motherfucker couldn't even take a yolk.
 
Flexin’ for bitches, while I’m out here grindin’ hard,
Ballin' on my own, playin’ my damn cards.
You claimin’ you real, but your heart's full of lies,
Caught you in the act, watched the truth in your eyes.
 
Out here hustlin’ in the Chi, dodging all the fakes,
You bit the hand that feeds, so now it’s all heartaches.
Used to think you solid, now you flimsy like a stack,
Talkin’ ‘bout my business, now I’m never looking back.
 
On my grind, stacking dough, while your ass on a leash,
Thought we was a team, now I’m feelin’ like a beast.
Niggas switchin’ sides, man, that’s just how it goes,
But I’m still out here flexin’, while you fallin’ like a snow.
 
Got my circle tight, ain't no room for the snakes,
Bitches in my business, but I’m watchin’ for the breaks.
I’m on a mission, no division, keep my vision clear,
If you snitched on me, better run, boy, I’m near.
 
In the land of the lost, where the real ones remain,
You thought you was a player, but you brought me straight pain.
Now I’m movin’ solo, countin’ racks, that’s the key,
Niggas snitchin’, but I'm hustlin’ on the low-key.
 
So next time you think about bein’ a rat,
Remember, we ain't homies, and I ain't got your back.
You can keep your fake love, I’m just stackin’ up my green,
In this game of life, I’m the last one standing mean.
 
So fuck all you fakes, and your lies won’t define,
I’m out here ballin’ hard, every dollar’s gonna shine.
So keep your distance, ‘cause this corner’s my zone,
Niggas snitchin’ on me? Man, I do it all alone.

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