My Thoughts III

I know the world know, that you can't trust mfs
I don't know what make people think
That they can trust everybody that they come in contact with
Or everybody that you deal with
You can't trust em
You can't even trust mfs that you've known all your life
Family ain't shit, a lot of shit go down man
Say I exist outside the rules, chances make champions nigga
Only vouching for me shid I ain't stamping these niggas
Playa made who me nah I ain't cuffing you hoes
Only giving em long dick I ain't loving you hoes
And the pussy ain't enough where your bag at baby?
Black buffs white gold with the baguettes baby
Vision clear than a bitch through these diamond cut lenses
Two door box on them eights, couple AMG Benz's
Trust the process, go with the flow like a river
Nah I take what's mines and you except what they give ya
I'm to near ya not to hear ya, respectfully I don't fear ya
Know the feelings mutual because killers respect killers
Excuse me let me introduce me
La look Nawfside top of the line O.G
You win some you loose some c'est la vie
Small city nigga but I do it B.I.G
Shid I'm all pressure, you either apply it or feel it
I choose to speak the real only cowards conceal it
Never seen so many gangsters gossip, money my topic
Anything other than that you need to stop it fuck nigga
You know when a mf hate you
But they're with you
See when you be going to asking God like reveal it reveal to me
Don't take away who don't mean no good to me
Reveal to me who don't mean no good to me
Let em stay here, I want them mfs to watch me ball
I took the long route
I ain't cut corners, kiss ass, and I ain't sell out
Zip it nigga catch your rack until you bail out
Under pressure they can't take it so they tell out
Now you getting aired out
Niggas waist their whole life trying to impress the streets
It's f.o.e they bring the best out of me
Family over everythang maintain remain solid
And before you go to war better have you some deep pockets
Stupid nigga tried to go around me and payed for it
Played your own self boy and I still I got payed for it
Alls well that ends well
Im a shark amongst shrimp selling water to some whales
And I don't catch feelings I catch plays and flights
Keep my eyes on the bag refusing to loose sight
And I ain't waiting, hesitating or procrastinating
The shit these niggas brag about ain't even fascinating
And I'm your favorite rapper favorite rapper on the lowski
No love in they interviews, they act like they don't know me
Draped in all black like Shinobi
I'm mixing the purp and yellow together call it Kobe
Its business never personal just pay me what you owe me
She say she love me, I told her open her heart and show me
That Richard Mille cool but that Rollie a hood trophy
You can hate me all you want, suck a dick and die slowly
Watch me turn the fuck up
Watch me do what I do
What I'm known for doing
That's what I like the big God to do for the game
I don't ask God to remove you bitches
I ask him to reveal your face
So I can see who behind the mask, and then it's mask off
And it's game time, that's what the fucks going on
Can't trust the game if it's staring in your face
Sit at the dinner table with you
And hope to God you choke off your food
That's how they play