I done passed around J's wit my idols
Mighta came for the thrills but I stayed for the title
It's ill my teammates acted as lame as my rivals
And still I fucked wit em until it came to survival
Now I'm stuck in mode, HipHop wit a touch of soul
Fuck the globe the world flip flop & I don't trust a soul
It's cold, ya closest homies be fony they play the role
And then betray u or trade u for a 8th of they weight in gold
Without a faint trace, just fake vibes & a straight face
U find sometime them snake eyes lie on your ace ace
No lie, I see the shit before it form & take shape
It's a swarm beware the storm, u been warned it ain't safe
But I tellin niggas nothin they don't know
Backstabbers like packages they come to the front do'
Backpackers to savages it's all sorta cut throats
They go for yo gut when they see u go for the gusto