I can't trust a soul, everybody actin' slimy

The love that I get, don't seem real

So I move wisely, my bitch swear she love me

But I be smellin' bullshit, could be true

But I gotta keep my heart guarded

Man, I come from the slums, even a snake, a seem so loyal

Seeing somebody that you love shed skin in front you, that shit horrible

And if you ever back door me, I cut you off cause of my morals

If I knock you off, I have to cater funerals with florals

I try to play the nice guy, but I got rage built inside me

And every time I flip, they call me crazy and psychotic

I keep a tunnel vision just so i can see a couple commas

But I keep some shots with me just incase a **** actin' choppy

You say you a shooter, but you never pop none

****, you a poo-but, you be out here Glock frontin

You say you hit the road, but your ass ain't never cop nothin

I can hop right back in the game like I ain't stop hustlin

Bitch, I always havin' lane longs , I got ox comin

I know a fiend that always want, so fent , I a straight drop somethin

I cut the dreads and grow em' back just so I don't get locked dummie

Don't make me go back to the Timbs I rock the crocs now cause I'm livin' comfy