I could drop a gem, theyd drop a dime if they could drop a stem So trusting in these fiendsll have you saying not again I dont care how long you know em, they watched you grow up The thought of not having your shit, just makes em throw up The last thing they wanna have to do is have to go up And go cold turkey, eatin cold turkey So if cops jam him up then they could seem so worthy he got guns, he got tons, while they scream dont hurt me And now they tryna hang you like Marinos jersey And you dont even know it, the fiend wont even show it Hell just walk up in your lobby like they did before They dont care about your life and how your kid is four Or bout how before you hit the block, how your fridge was poor They just hustle up the gwap cause your nicks was raw The moral of the story is a fiend is a fiend The person they was before is who they were when they was clean One
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