
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
They're Out To Get Me |
They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me |
And all those people I call my friends, let it go |
That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around |
Cause you see how this money can change everything |
Geah! |
See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur |
Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer |
Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em |
Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket |
I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit |
They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick |
Invested in my niggas, took the realtor route |
Gambled on the wrong niggas, had to filter 'em out |
Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful |
Behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full |
It’s cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain’t wit it |
That’s why the gats be in the house whenever niggas come visit |
Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law |
For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off |
I seen it one too many times, your peeps be leaving you speechless |
Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness |
See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me |
Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me |
They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww) |
They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me |
And all those people I call my friends, let it go |
That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around |
Cause you see how this money can change everything |
Listen! |
Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on |
How niggas steal this funny style and I was struggling broke |
Even though it don’t surprise me, shit it’s still kinda funny |
When I ain’t have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me |
Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit |
Niggas was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship |
In the wrong situation, plus there’s always a sequel |
I’m with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people’s |
As I get more money, days get colder |
I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder |
So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier |
Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder |
Living by morals and principles mainly |
Having heavy thoughts to a kill my brother every time them fuckers betray me |
But now I’m winning with the strength of the nation |
I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they’ll be facing |
I’m Aftermath now, shit’s getting worse |
Now when those same «friends» see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt |
They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww) |
They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me |
And all those people I call my friends, let it go |
That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around |
Cause you see how this money can change everything |
Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich |
When I’m outta town, these niggas busy tryna fuck with my bitch |
Same niggas spend they money 'til the shit’ll diminish |
I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish |
I said I’m tired of these niggas, that’ll owe me so much shit |
That they can’t pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit |
Sometime we can’t forgive whatever balances off |
'Specially when niggas cross the line that niggas never should cross |
Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range |
The more money niggas get, shit around you will change |
Even though niggas’ll flip and say, «You the one changed» |
Fuck you, they do that just to justify takin your shit from you |
The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid |
Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it |
And while I sweep these niggas up under the rug with a broom |
If I never see these «friends» again, that shit’ll be too soon |
Shit is real like every wind in my breath |
And that’s on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! |
FLESH OF MY FLESH! |
They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww) |
They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me |
And all those people I call my friends, let it go |
That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around |
Cause you see how this money can change everything |
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