Rearview

[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