This is a song about "You lie"

Convinced that you should lie dead, to sicken you's my mission

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I mean the game been dry

You get the message ain't no lie

Last words to a rat homie:"why you lie?"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

But that’s just life, where i’m from

And i ain't gonna lie you, and them some

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

You are all blind dont you see all she did was lie

Black then i tried to make my exit, i think everything you said was a lie,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Of every joke. you need to just let go or lie low.

You and i know it was all a lie

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high