BETRAYED

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 I been betrayed before, I done been played before
 Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all
 I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go
 I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a ho
 They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
 Don't care if it's war or we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down
 If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round
 I told her I don't care what she do in the street
 Just don't make me look like a clown
 Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal
 Caught a opp' hangin' at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground
 Eastside nigga 'bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we'll chase y'all
 Hit 'em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off
 One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10
 Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin', make sure the fans get a fraction
 Don't think I'm just rappin' and all these lyrics cappin'
 Talkin' out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him
 VVs in my ear, I look like a star
 Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car
 If she ain't givin' top, we gon' let her starve
 Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Sarge'
 Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
 I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George
 Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
 Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
 Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon
 21, made man, bada boom
 Pussyboy, you're lukewarm, not cool
 Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
 Your baby momma went to Cali'
 She touchin' the city, we gettin' 'em gone
 We really tryna catch a body
 You just tryna catch a body in a song
 I let down my guard, I showed her my heart
 She couldn't believe it was chrome
 Them pants thirty-five hunnid
 Mediocre rappers can't put 'em on
 I been betrayed before, I done been played before
 Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all
 I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go
 I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a ho
 They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
 Don't care if it's war or we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down
 If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round
 I told her I don't care what she do in the street
 Just don't make me look like a clown