I was a hundred, I´m breakin´ you bread Bringin´ up murders, I´m thinkin´ you fed How you my brother, keep bringin´ up shit that you gave me Like I ain´t the nigga who gave you a bed Like I ain´t the nigga who gave you a chance Like I ain´t the nigga who gave you a band, I´m sayin´ It was a blessin´ to leave you alone It was a lesson, you doin´ me wrong I keep a weapon, I´m ´round too long, never excepted the time you on I put a zip in a Styrofoam, can´t trust a bitch wit´ a camera phone I´m on the list with a Patek Jones, Patek cake, Patek ??? We went to war with the [worse?], seen bitches turn whores for purses
I´m in my feelings for certain, I can´t ignore the perkies Highschool hallways, you ain´t say nothin´ to me, you´ll walk around like you nervous Highschool hallways, you ain´t say nothin´ to me, I was walkin´ ´round with my .30
I don´t know who to trust, I don´t know who to love Don´t know if you enough, don´t know if you enough I don´t know who to trust, I don´t know who to love I don´t know if you enough. I don´t know if you enough It´s gon´ be alright, we gon´ be alright He gon´ be alright, she gon´ be alright