(Intro)
Good Luck Bizzy!

(Verse 1)
Damn you really lost me
Can’t believe you crossed me
When it’s bout revenge I don’t care how much shit could cost me
Tried to weigh me down
I had to shake that voodoo off me
Got my baby in that 911 Porshe car seat
Niggas that I counted on
plotting when we’d do a toast
These is niggas that I loved
That’s the part that hurt the most
There’s some shit I should’ve seen
I guess I was just to close
They the reason when I get a win now I don’t even post
Too much on my mind now, thats why I don’t even smoke
He still tell the world that he my brother we ain’t even spoke
What part of the game is that
That’s why I keep
A tek On me
When I went through that shit nigga u ain’t even check on me
Ain’t even no stepper but I can’t let niggas step on me
I don’t pick up calls unless they talking bout a check only
Was supposed to be the big dawg
Ain’t even protect homies
I should’ve known can’t be round everyone wit this Patek on me

(Verse 2)
My bigger flaw was popping champagne around these beer sippers
Niggas playing both sides but wasn’t really clear wit ya
Sometimes you gotta step back to get the clear picture
Niggas miss the flight then get mad they ain’t on the lair wit ya
Niggas wanna come around that wasn’t really there wit ya
When them niggas hopped out it’s like they wasn’t even there wit ya
Dawg,
I learned the most expensive lessons
So when I get checks I’m
Mostly investing
Niggas fuck friends and buy some
More FN’s
Had to cut my right hand off cause I’m
More left hand
Everybody down because they like the sound to it
But these niggas ain’t riding if it come
Down it
If it came down to it my bitch way more realer
Man fuck a day 1 I’m buying way more killers
I can’t save no bitch I can’t save no nigga
But can’t let them
Take the life I used to pray for nigga