Hard Way

Can’t even trust Madibas Can’t even trust the money Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it So, I’m watching these niggas like Hublot Revenge is much sweeter than glucose Steady smoking loud indoor I’m passing the jet like a through ball These niggas ain’t hot, they lukewarm You played with my heart like a new toy I cut all my losses and moved on I turned a new leaf, saw a new dawn Big facts, no cap One dream, more cash Drink straight, no dash Say cheese, kodak Big B’s, no ass I’m straight, I’ll pass Top dawg, fall back No need for all that Guess I learnt the hard way Now I just trust nobody Can’t even trust Madibas Can’t even trust the money Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it I got all these people stressing me, they asking for the loot I’ve been on the road to riches, with some bodies in the boot Niggas always feeling froggy, bro, you better bust a move They don’t like to see you win but pay attention when you lose Stick to the script, it’s imperative Now I get higher than heaven Used to be friends but you’re dead to me I can finish them off like a penalty People always tried to warn me but I never listened Paid my dues, I just really wish I paid attention F*ck the haters, f*ck the doubters I stick to my mission It’s like I had to lose my sight just to see the vision Guess I learnt the hard way Now I just trust nobody Can’t even trust Madibas Can’t even trust the money Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it Die ‘bout the money is something I won’t do They riding my wave like they surfin’, I’m swerving the whip with a clip, bitch, I told you I’m eating these rappers for dinner, I’m frying the beat and I’m shittin’ out soul food I’m international, all about capital like I’m DC, that’s the cold truth You rappers is old news I came up the hard way F*ck all these rappers, they all fake I keep a stick at my dawgs’ place Gang pullin’ up and they all spray Give you good hands like I’m allstate My gang some' dogs and you all steak Running the country like CoN-way Come for the money, the long way Guess I learnt the hard way Now I just trust nobody Can’t even trust Madibas Can’t even trust the money Can’t even tell who’s really on your team, everyone’s after the money Can’t even tell who’s all about truth ‘cause everyone lies about it