Atw (feat. 03 Greedo)

I remember **** turned on me

**** actin' like they never really heard of me

Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols, let it burn on 'em

Watchin' how the tables turned on 'em

Treat your **** like your brothers

You would never turn your back

Right or wrong for your brothers

You would bust a **** cap

Used to mob deep as hell

You had a hundred **** strapped

Now you locked up in jail

Where them hunnid **** at?

Prolly tryin' to fuck your main

Ain't worried 'bout you, ****

But they screamin' for your name

On the Instagram and Twitter

**** cappin' for the gram

But I ain't give you one dollar

How you 'posed to be your mans

When he ain't checking on your mama?

Took away your commissary

Think the boss man on some Jelly shit

Had fifty hands on you

But they put it with the evidence

Your name ring bells

Still eatin' in the county

Before you made it to your cell

You had soups and brownies

You gon' eat regardless

But your **** left you starvin'

But when the drummer pop off

You the first one they callin'

Remember whatchamacallit

Took the box and stole the pounds

And you pulled up on his block

With the Glock and gunned him down

Caught him lackin' from behind

You cocked the nine and popped the iron

Put your life on the line

But your **** let you down

You ain't bitchin' you ain't cryin'

Got a hard of a line

No snitchin', testifyin'

Day for day you do the time

Your lawyer say your homies snitchin'

You thought it was a lie

Then you read that black and white

Broke your heart and crushed your pride

The same blood **** that you called your lil' bro

The same lil' **** droppin' names like a ho

Take 'em to interrogation, he was posin', fake, stiff

Let them crackers fast talk him

Now he shakin' like a bitch

Laws took some time at 'em

Started singin' Taylor Swift

Told all you four Coca Cola and some cigarettes

Cut from a different cloth

These fuck **** made difference

Screamin' death before dishonor

Swear to God, you really live it

Laws tried to question you

You told 'em crackers burn in hell

Take a .38 shell before you ever talk to twelve

I remember **** turned on me

**** actin' like they never really heard of me

Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols, let it burn on 'em

Watchin' how the tables turned on 'em

I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed

Hopping out with K's aiming at they face

Bitch, I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed

Hopping out with K's aiming at they face