Standing On Lies
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Al Geno on a track
Aye, bro, is that Jambo?
Believe they self, they standin' on lies
And they always askin' me why
I won't let no one love me, I'm fine
That Lambo low to the ground, my head high
And they always askin' us why
We post on that block and don't hide
When we know that it's chances of dyin'
When we know that we facin' jail time
Bullets fly like Delta, take a nigga's spirit
All this jewelry on, I brought my lawyer with me
Soon as I told 'em no them niggas went to dissin'
Only thing that showed me they was never with me
Problems in my cup, I mix the soda with it
Had to stop givin' my trust, I barely know these bitches
She took too many pictures first time I flew her out
She won't see me again 'cause I see what this all about
What happened to the real niggas?
Like this shit a drought
The fakest in, they play to win and lost
I'm young, not convinced, I need a ten to talk
A fifty to see me, ain't talkin' 'bout tightens your dig
Black card, it remind me niggas got life in the pen
My daddy taught me two things, don't follow the hype or the trend
So they gonna die tryna be something they ain't
I made a call after I poured the paint
I talked to God but I didn't complain at all 'cause it get worse
Skippin' school, now them boys tryna get home with the work
Long as I'm riskin' it and givin' it, they take this heart of gold
I knew that they would change but I done seen my homies fallin'
I got so damn rich that I can burn what they owe me
I got so damn lit that they gon' burn me if they can
Standin' in the rain with a gun in my hand
With a bulletproof umbrella
I wonder why these niggas
Believe they self, they standin' on lies
And they always askin' me why
I won't let no one love me, I'm fine
That Lambo low to the ground, my head high
And they always askin' us why
We post on that block and don't hide
When we know that it's chances of dyin'
When we know that we facin' jail time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I talked to God but I didn't complain at all 'cause it get worse
Skippin' school, now them boys tryna get home with the work
Long as I'm riskin' it and givin' it, they take this heart of gold
I knew that they would change but I done seen my homies fallin'
I got so damn rich that I can burn what they owe me
I got so damn lit that they gon' burn me if they can
Standin' in the rain with a gun in my hand
With a bulletproof umbrella
I wonder why these niggas- Believe they self, they standin' on lies
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah