Can’t even trust Madibas
Can’t even trust the money
Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money
Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it

So, I’m watching these niggas like Hublot
Revenge is much sweeter than glucose
Steady smoking loud indoor
I’m passing the jet like a through ball
These niggas ain’t hot, they lukewarm
You played with my heart like a new toy
I cut all my losses and moved on
I turned a new leaf, saw a new dawn
Big facts, no cap
One dream, more cash
Drink straight, no dash
Say cheese, kodak
Big B’s, no ass
I’m straight, I’ll pass
Top dawg, fall back
No need for all that

Guess I learnt the hard way
Now I just trust nobody
Can’t even trust Madibas
Can’t even trust the money
Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money
Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it

I got all these people stressing me, they asking for the loot
I’ve been on the road to riches, with some bodies in the boot
Niggas always feeling froggy, bro, you better bust a move
They don’t like to see you win but pay attention when you lose
Stick to the script, it’s imperative
Now I get higher than heaven
Used to be friends but you’re dead to me
I can finish them off like a penalty
People always tried to warn me but I never listened
Paid my dues, I just really wish I paid attention
Fuck the haters, fuck the doubters
I stick to my mission
It’s like I had to lose my sight just to see the vision

Guess I learnt the hard way
Now I just trust nobody
Can’t even trust Madibas
Can’t even trust the money
Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money
Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it

Die ‘bout the money is something I won’t do
They riding my wave like they surfin’, I’m swerving the whip with a clip, bitch, I told you
I’m eating these rappers for dinner, I’m frying the beat and I’m shittin’ out soul food
I’m international, all about capital like I’m DC, that’s the cold truth
You rappers is old news
I came up the hard way
Fuck all these rappers, they all fake
I keep a stick at my dawgs’ place
Gang pullin’ up and they all spray
Give you good hands like I’m allstate
My gang some' dogs and you all steak
Running the country like CoN-way
Come for the money, the long way

Guess I learnt the hard way
Now I just trust nobody
Can’t even trust Madibas
Can’t even trust the money
Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money
Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it