Drop a Gem On 'Em

I could drop a gem, they'd drop a dime if they could drop a stem

So trusting in these fiends'll have you saying "not again"

I don't 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 "don't hurt me"

And now they tryna hang you like Marino's jersey

And you don't even know it, the fiend won't even show it

He'll just walk up in your lobby like they did before

They don't 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

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