“Within a month or so, I seen a lot of back stabbin/ Thought they were real but I don't know what happened/ You trippin, to think I'll put it in the past/ Fuck that, you turn you get burned and that's fact/ No concern, never learn and stay on the wrong path/ Me I take a cue and start makin contacts/ With the necessary people spittin really raw rap/ Try to keep em on point, but you? Never not that/ Try to keep em on track but they'd rather fall back/ Actin like they all that, when they really all crap/ Claim a milli in the bank but they don't really got that/ They wrap a hundred in some ones and call it a tall stack/ Bet they got that cash from Money Tree/ Now they owe me and duckin me/ Intuition sayin you should have trusted me/ Probably should be punished for makin that bad judgment/ But fuck I learned a lesson wouldn't take it back for nothin/”