Can I be like this?

That I didn't miss you?

Okay

What you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do, gonna do?

Oh, oh, yeah.

I got to leave.

Listen.

This is a song dedicated to the fake and phony.

The people you meet in your life and mistake as homies.

Smile in your face, but when you skate, they're hating on you.

Soon as you make some moves, they'll be waiting on you.

Like what up with FGB?

Can you release my album?

I freestyle with him, but that don't mean I'm trying to sign him.

I don't even know you.

Dog, how you need a loan?

It's not my problem.

I've been hustling since.

puff was in we won't stop if not for sustenance just trying to rustle up some ends abuse my trust we were scuffling

But most of the dudes who moved weight through me, I trusted them.

And on the other hand, someone stole a couple grand from under my bed.

But the part I don't understand, they left me with four G's and a couple Z's.

That's even worse because the thief is someone close to me.

And I feel like this, that I've been misused.

Oh, oh.

Did I feel like this?

That I've been misused?

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

Can I be a liar?

Yes.

I've got to leave.

This one here for trifling hoes and fake friends I guess some people do anything to make ends meet

Especially when slurping a penny, they words worth less than a penny.

This the first lesson of many.

Remember Jenny?

The chick drink like six margaritas.

She gets a little tipsy, then shit starts for heater.

Told me our stepdad used to creep in her room when she was alone.

Thought I was Captain Saban till the day I left town on a visit.

And every dude that she was creepin' round with hid it.

I'll admit it, the chicken had me down for a minute.

Listen, that's how it is in this shady-ass business.

Plus, when I was gone, I had the homie handle my biz.

Unaware he's on some scandalous shit The deal was when I get home leave my custies alone How come nobody's blowing up my phone?

Huh?

Huh?

Oh

That I've been misused.

What you gonna do?

Can I be a liar?

That I didn't miss you.

Oh, oh.

Damn.

Plot.

Damn.

I fell victim to the plot.

Damn.

to the plot damn i felt victim to the plot damn

I fell victim to the plot.

Damn.

I fell victim to the plot.

Damn.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So that's the lesson y'all.

You never know who you can trust.

Friend or foe, gotta watch out.

yourself man.

And I'll be like this.