Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steering Wheel, artist - K Rino. Album song 80 Minute Eternity, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Steering Wheel |
It’s a thin line, decide who you’re choosing to keep close |
Who do you follow and who do you leave? |
Most |
People indeed may wanna see you succeed |
Though that just may be some people evil, it don’t |
It’s those who schemin' and actin' like they need you and say |
«Follow me this way,» take heed before they lead you astray |
Beware of snakes tryna take away the things that you’ve made |
Deceiving and speaking behind the fake smile on they face |
Too many cases of our young men and women falling victim and losing sight of |
they vision |
Listening to fake friends and gettin' in all kind of predicaments |
Including but not limited to sex, drugs, dearth and imprisonment |
Discipline it can take to keep the right people around you |
Who make sure you steer straight down the pathway |
Far and away from the dark ‘cause er’body around you ain’t always got your best |
interests at heart |
A bunch of nothing that you hear is real |
Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel |
Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel |
Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill |
Cutthroats and turncoats, fake partners who flip the tables |
And traitors that forsake us are only some of the labels |
Lifelong bond friendships gettin' broken like leases |
Loyalty shattered to pieces when the heat level increases |
What lesson does it teach us? |
To each his own but when he condone speaking on me in the wrong way I’m |
speechless |
You worked together, did some dirt together |
But the minute y’all get jammed up, you’re looking at a stress, they be the |
first to sever |
Mouse poison like pesticide |
Same guy that you would ride forever with today you hardly recognize |
Gotta hide from fake affiliates with Fed ties |
And females cut ya loose when your bread dies |
An actress, she killin' Katharine Hepburn |
No signal, out the blue just made a left turn |
They try to hang a dark cloud over a man’s head |
Nobody knows ya when you’re down and out like Sam said |
A bunch of nothing that you hear is real |
Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel |
Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel |
Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill |
I ain’t feelin' these marks |
‘cause they hate and despise |
They camouflage their jealousy but it shows in they eyes |
A fake smile is a frown when turned upside down |
And they quick to be talking down when you’re not around but they cowards |
And ain’t no love for these fake ass ni**as and I’m tellin' ya |
Don’t surround yourself with these cake ass ni**as |
Get your shine on, get your grind on and them h*es gon' |
Steady puffin' on good kush 'til you’re blessed and your mind gone |
But stay real, never turn fake on real patnas |
‘cause when you in trouble, they come on the double, and it’s for sure that |
they got ya |
But one thing about a real ni**a, when you cross them, you lost them |
So speak your words wisely and make moves with precaution |
games for the youngsters and the children to play |
And what’s so real about life, you can always have it your way |
So you might be fooling the world but you ain’t fooling yo self |
And hatin' on a real playa just might be bad for your health so steer right |
A bunch of nothing that you hear is real |
Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel |
Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel |
Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill |
If you need me, I gotcha, call me, I’m there in a jiffy |
Hit me, I promise you got a problem, I handle it swiftly |
And you won’t owe me for nothing homie, just do me the same |
And be down for whatever in this dirty dubious game |
I got the streets sowed, dope game on lock |
Gangbangers respect me, and h*es they gon' flock |
Haters they gon' hate but mane, I hope not |
When this sh*t go down, my ni**a, I show-stop |
Yo you speak with a forked tongue and ulterior motives |
Hold up, I betcha I can’t tell ya better than I can show ya |
I can walk with ya, talk with ya, ride with ya, jive with ya |
Walk to your, when you get back, you’ll be a lot richer |
F*ck it, I know you wanna do the right thing |
But let me gon' tuck ya up under my right wing |
Or you can drive with your hand and take control |
(Ya trust me, don’t ya?) ni**a, do you or (sell your soul) |
A bunch of nothing that you hear is real |
Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel |
Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel |
Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill |