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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah [Hook] I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us I say these bitches got it twisted, they don't know who to fuck So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us I said I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us I say these bitches got it twisted, they don't know who to fuck So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us [Verse 1] Say they ready, I don't think they know it Working white, I got some prices on my life Some nigga tried to green light me, but I wasn't going I used to lay up with this bitch, I used to flip And didn't really give a shit about a nigga flowin' She was content just tryna grind up to a brick You could see her in the kitchen whippin' with the soda I bought a ounce of cocaina 'fore I bent her over, and I remember When the broads used to put me out, cars I was sleepin' out Pill habit heavy, hella bars I can't even count L.A. county jail, ain't got my moms here to bail me out Rap game break your homies' hearts if you leave 'em out Dope game'll leave you with a charge if you gettin' out Government will fuck a nigga dreams, never live 'em out I'm trapping on the blade, hella cards I was sweeping out Rap game break these niggas hearts if you leave 'em out [Hook] I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us Said these bitches got it twisted, they don't know who to fuck So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us Say they ready, I don't think they know it Yeah, yeah Say they ready, I don't think they know it Yeah, straight to hell where these niggas goin' [Verse 2] Yeah, lifestyles of the insane, bang Cost a little extra tryna be a real nigga I thought a record contract would get the rent paid Freddie Kane world tour, fuck a deal, nigga And all the niggas jumped off, that was y'all loss And they forgot who was the boss and covered all costs But yesterday a 50 package got 'em all off I UPS it on the ground, bet they all off From the pages of a psychopath And nowadays I never write 'em, just recite 'em, yeah I put the lighter to the fire, and ignite it, yeah My neighbor used to hit my alley just to buy a bag, and I remember When the broads used to put me out, cars I was sleepin' out Pill habit heavy, hella bars I can't even count L.A. county jail, ain't got my moms here to bail me out Rap game break your homies hearts if you leave 'em out [Hook] I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us I say these bitches got it twisted, they don't know who to fuck So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us They say they ready, I don't think they know it Yeah, yeah Say they ready, I don't think they know it Yeah, yeah, yeah I said I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us I say these bitches got it twisted, they don't know who to fuck So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us They say they ready, I don't think they know it Yeah, yeah Say they ready, I don't think they know it Yeah, straight to hell where these niggas goin' [Outro] Yeah Straight to hell where these niggas goin' Yeah, yeah Straight to hell where these niggas goin' Yeah Straight to hell where these niggas goin' Fuck Say they ready, I don't think they know it