Associates

Ain't no such things as friends only associates

So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster bitch

I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip

But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get

Gangsta shit

All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut

I got sum shit on my dome an

Then they love me or what

I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a fuk

If I got to do this alone fuk it that's wassup

They say it's lonely at the top an you

Gon see who your real friends

No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz

Keepin it moving ain't focused on shit but not losing

If you don't fuk with me don't fuk with me

It's not confusing

And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing

You soundin like a hater to me it's so amusing

Instead of moving on trying to do your

Own thang

You recruiting for the we hate slim thug gang

But ain't shit change here mayne

I'm still the same

Life good up out the hood shit I can't complain

These niggas say they down but they

Just pretend

I'm ridin solo to the end

Fuk friends

Sometimes I wonder if god forgot about me

And would my people miss me if they had to do without me

Cause anything ain't no love

A nigga you think is yo homie is runnin up in yo girl everytime you leave her

Lonely

Each and everytime I leave my house all three of my guns is on me

Ain't none of you niggas is goin to

Be kicking or punching on me

And I learned my lesson about callin my homies when I need'em

Out of eleven one and a half

Shows up and the rest I still ain't seen'em

One deep till I'm on my back

Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack

I'll shoot a

Muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put'em back in line

2006 Forever gloc 40 with hollows in mind

It's amazing how something so small can flip yo bitch ass anytime

I'm an og original gangster mayne organized general

Army ready to drop off chemicals

64 545 Criminals

But it's buisness

Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feeling

Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling

I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years

Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers

Tell these snitches in my

Circle awhile back I wuld've murked yuh

I vouch for me an mine

Till the gavel drop down

An judge gave my time since I hogged up

The ripper

The last time I heard from my niggas

Still in denial in the begginin of my sentence

Two months turned to years and them years

Turned to bitches

Sittin in my cell doin sets of push ups

No money no mail that's okay that's wassup

Momma made a man but these streets raised

A soldier

Where they kill a real nigga make a mo daycloder

I never fold up

I'm a do my time bitch

I'm a make parole hoe

Get out and shine trick

You fuck niggas better stay out my way

I awready wanna blow off yo face

For violating the code nigga