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