[Chorus]
Yo, is it confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face
[Verse 1]
Yo, who can I trust in the place where betrayal seems to be the norm?
Nobody, I'm paranoid, pistol's in my palm
All of my best friends dead and gone
I conversate with them niggas through blunt smoke, shit is kinda odd
Pedro got dusted and killed his baby mom
Suprised my nigga died with a needle in his arm
When shit happens like this, you're never warned
The devil pull the lever then you're gone, or is it God?
Evol and etah you gotta see far
It's love and hate, thin line between, just know what each are
Niggas that knew you the longest hate you the most
The niggas that you just met try to be too close
That's where it get blurry, I got the side-eye for both
Keep five fingers on the toast
Can't trust that I'd problably get knocked with it
Or it jam up on me, a blow shot quicker [?]
Shit get worse when the money in the mixture
Shit get ugly even quicker, blow your frame out the picture
Mind playing tricks like Brad Jordan
Is that a fiend or an undercover tryna score?
Yo, is it confused admiration or do I label it hate?
Or do they really love me like they say?
Keep the grass cut like a landscaper watching for the snakes
'cause nowadays friends and snakes wear the same face
[Verse 1]
Yo, who can I trust in the place where betrayal seems to be the norm?
Nobody, I'm paranoid, pistol's in my palm
All of my best friends dead and gone
I conversate with them niggas through blunt smoke, shit is kinda odd
Pedro got dusted and killed his baby mom
Suprised my nigga died with a needle in his arm
When shit happens like this, you're never warned
The devil pull the lever then you're gone, or is it God?
Evol and etah you gotta see far
It's love and hate, thin line between, just know what each are
Niggas that knew you the longest hate you the most
The niggas that you just met try to be too close
That's where it get blurry, I got the side-eye for both
Keep five fingers on the toast
Can't trust that I'd problably get knocked with it
Or it jam up on me, a blow shot quicker [?]
Shit get worse when the money in the mixture
Shit get ugly even quicker, blow your frame out the picture
Mind playing tricks like Brad Jordan
Is that a fiend or an undercover tryna score?
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