Man, don't trust these new niggas
They wasn't with you from the start, don't trust em
That's crazy cause I really had a dream these niggas did me wrong
I couldn't tell if them niggas was my friends or my foes
So I had to cut them off, circle small
Me and the bros
Might be snakes in the grass
I gotta keep it low
Might be opps around the corner
I gotta keep a pole
Used to ride through the city, it was me and my big brodie
He would drop the top, them hoes get in, instantly goin
Back then it was so easy, knowin' who was in my corner
Now it feel like everybody wearin' masks or a disguise
Ain't nobody rockin' hearts on they sleeves, they try to hide it
If you get too hot, might be your own partners doin' the slidin'
That got my back to the wall, only a few that I can call
If you didn't starve with me, I can't feed your ass at all
All the shit that I've been through really turned me into a dog
Yeah, they say they all real, whole time, they really fraud
Keep callin' me his twin, but I see envy in his eyes
Talkin' bout we locked in, I can see it's a disguise
I be peepin' the whole play, you won't catch me by no surprise
I don't wanna have to do it, it's gon' be a homicide
If you put me in a position to choose your life over mine
Cause I got people that depend on me, they need the boy alive
I couldn't tell if them niggas was my friends or my foes
So I had to cut them off, circle small
Me and the bros might be snakes in the grass
I gotta keep it low
Might be opps around the corner
I gotta keep a pole
My lil' brother hit my line, he said, Capt, I'm really worried
You out in Cali with new niggas, don't want them do you dirty
I just got a brand new stick, I'll shoot that bitch just like I'm Curry
But I'm still down to beat a nigga ass, Tyson Furry
I'm not worried about twelve unless that twelve is a jury
Lately I've been havin' dreams, but the details are blurry
So I cut off all my niggas unless we share the same pain
Only ridin' with my brothers like we share the same name
I'll go to war about my dogs, I know they'll do the same
If I win, we all win, like we playin' the same game
If I don't make it off rappin', won't a damn thing change
My team still ballin' if I can't bring home the fame
I couldn't tell if them niggas was my friends or my foes
So I had to cut them off, circle small
Me and the bros
Might be snakes in the grass
I gotta keep it low
Might be opps around the corner
I gotta keep a pole
You gotta trust your gut, your intuition knows what's up
Guardian angels on high alert whenever y'all show up
Gotta keep the grass cut, prevent the snakes from sneakin' up
Starting' to get suspicious, shit ain't clickin', ain't no linkin' up
Crack the seal, make sure the ice is crushed before you pour it up
In pictures with the opposition and you throwin' deuces up
How many times I need to say it before you know it's up
When we handle business, we don't get put in the lineups
Do the wrong thing the right way and then go ghost
Do the wrong thing the right way and then go ghost
Do the wrong thing the right way and then go ghost
Do the wrong thing the right way and then go ghost
Friends or foes, I don't even know
Gotta let them go, snakes in the grass
Gotta keep it low, might be opps around the corner
I gotta keep a pole