Lyrics:
a thang would you still treat me the same? (Huh?)
Gotta charge it to the game
They would stab me in my back every time if I would let him
Heart cold so I
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
rad
Yous is fake, then we stab
Take your watch, then we grab
Sell it off for a couple rands
Throw it back for Birthday Bash
Yeah yeah
I'm Birthday Bash
I've got my eye on you
Are they really by your side
Will they stab you from behind
You will never know
Take a gamble with your life
Taking bets up
These niggas fraud, these niggas fake
Stab you yo back while smiling in your face
They treat you with respect until you walk away
Then they flip it
in some polo
Hard to trust a soul I’m always rocking by my dolo
Keep my circle small and I could never let my bro’s go
I’ve had too many stab wounds
my back, left me in the black
Just like you know you are
Count backwards from ten
Back to the start where I let you in
Already consumed by so much
a sunshine.
If you wanna lick my lollipop. Gotta know me not gonna lick you back/ You get a hundred stabs cause a quickie that/, and when we done you lick
name is Steve Victory I was in math with ya
Back then I was the shy type
Guy
Not the fly type
Trying to get my nerve up to speak
Cause you was my type
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
could get real when you talk about it
Since I switched up my location I lost everybody
Gat switching up my shades so I don’t see nobody
Back stab me
don't know
Nostalgia stabs us in the back
Fragmented through the looking glass
How easy is it to forget that we were doing our best
Nostalgia stabs us
let it loose
Put my heart on the track, just so you can take a stab
Put it all on the line, and I hate how you react
Stay in the back of my mind, and I
I built the city out one brick
It had a mayor and a crook
I made the crook stab the mayor
Then slay himself in the guilt
I stole the brick back
Walk by your side
I am your lover and stab in you in the back
I am your lover
And stab you in the back”
Choir:
“Oh mighty goddess
Divine gift
will stab you in your back an they don't even need a knife
Hustling all my life I been hustling all my life
No love in theses streets so keep a pipe
Had
talkin' 'bout them rap fools?
Oh, you know how they do it, man
They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back
But you know, Traitors got
relatable
I just want my plate and a seat at the table
Stab me in the back that's my brother cane and able
All the bullshit you been putting me through can't
stab ya in the back when ya eyes have been closed
Snakes slither in the slither in the grass when it grows
I been kicking on the path tryna master my
money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest
hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class,
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second
Yeah ay
You gotta be ready to die for it
Go get your own by any means
I can do all this shit blindfolded
Can play the keys like I'm Steve
Put your
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