(feat. Bandit)



[Gelo]

Still remember how I rolled for you nigga, took your life in my hand

When you was down and out and feeling like you half of a man

Couldn't stand your own reflection, imperfections of being

Spent the night with the pipe, smoking down to the pain

Plenty thoughts in the dome about taking you on

Already lost a baby mom, the job and the home

Knowing I can't work no miracles but thinking I'd try

Cuz I done watch you lose it all in the blink of an eye

You drink and you die, you smoke and you breathe

You can't believe how your ass went broke over coke and weed

A GB rolling with you, get you rehabilitated

Fat steaks, lifting weights is all it takes and you can make it

Hate it that you're hooked, but look you gots to make it through

And regardless of where withdraws is taking you

Breaking you down, don't come around that often

Guess there's nothing out there stopping when you chasing a coffin

Shit



[Chorus x2: Gelo]

Friends come, friends go

It's a dirty game

Win some, lose more

It's a damn shame

If you're rich or you're poor

It's still the same

One day you'll know

That people change



[Gelo]

I done put my life back to back through many attacks

Shooting this craps, snatching them sacks

Used to pack the same heater when we banged on the blocks

Had the same ass dope that we slanged in the socks

Can't stop, the money's too good but the hood's too hot

Stayed busy trying to make a could out of could not

Would not have played you out for nothing up in the world

Found out you're running your mouth to my little baby girl

How it took me by suprise, realise that you're a traitor

Double agent on the inside, the worst kind of hater

But I'm greater than you'll ever be, that's why they come back telling me

How they seen you a couple days and all the ways you was selling me

Girls names, phonenumbers, who I'm hitting on the under

Wondering why my homey wanna ever play me phony

But fuck them and fuck you, everybody in your crew

I gots to do what I gots to do, fuck what you're going through



[Chorus x2]



[Bandit]

That's why I roll alone, can't trust no one

Watch my back day to day cuz these streets no fun

You never can tell a shiesty individual

This is real from the note of a criminal

Cuz they're the ones that smoke blunts with ya

See the picture, now they wanna grab the guns and come and hit ya

Or better yet when you make it real big

Fake fools come around from the days of kids

Plus I can see it inside your face

You at the wrong time plus the wrong place, gun in ya face

Shoot up the place no matter what the race

In these streets we keep it live like an LA car chase

Phat Bandit pulling cards with the homey Gelo

Down to die, staying high like the Hills of Chino

All for the money, all for the fame

All against the rules for life cuz it's a dirty game



[Chorus x2]