What? Ugh, what? Ugh

Yeah (ha ha) check it out



Are you a rapper or a criminal who's tired of livin minimal

These labels wanna burn you, so a lotta rappers turn to

the streets, where mine don't eat, sheets, now beats

No record plays, back to the old days and old ways

To a hustle, back around like a belt buckle

Yo it's a struggle, for a dealer who can't shuffle

I throw the three up, plus I'm gon' be up

Hit my man on the hip, plus a nigga gotta re-up

No more bein sociable, goin on promotional

tours or in-stores, music floodin them seats indoors

Back on the block breakin laws

You was just up in the sky with the stars

Thinkin about a Lexus, now you gettin restless

Cut off from the guest list, now manifest this and test these

waters, cos your per dium's ain't feedin niggas' sons and daughters

It'll make a thug harder, I'll know



[Kool DJ EQ scratching]

"You can't trust nobody" [x8]



Yeah

And fake friends with fake grins and fake skins

Wonder why you're one's ain't ten's, concerned with ends

It feel hectic, plus it's real hectic

How many entertainers went from hit records to jail records?

They thought their deal was their meal ticket (Yeah)

Went from a pack of double mint, to a single chicklet

I show 'n' tell, you never fall til you fell

and hurt yourself, over-exert yourself

You got to go and get the shovel and dig the dirt yourself

Learn how to work yourself, assert yourself

In this game of masturbation, you got to jerk yourself

And try to spread like Ebola, it's not always the real thing

like Coca-Cola, a baby couldn't move without a push from his stroller

Too many turn to drugs, they can't deal with it sober

And it's a big chance that you ain't never gettin over

But I don't know



"You can't trust nobody" [x8]