[Produced by MaxPayne Shawty]

[Intro]
Yeah (so many times I...)
So many times I thought them n***as really loved me
Yeah (so many times I...)
So many times I blew my trust in my lil' buddies
Yeah (so many times I...)
So many times I thought them n***as really loved me
Yeah, so many times I...
Damn

[Chorus]
So many times I thought them n***as really loved me
So many times I blew my trust in my lil’ buddies
We livin' that street life, but we don't promote thuggin’
Chopper blow his back out, like Rico, this my story

[Verse 1]
Young n***a wit' a mask on, got rich all by my lonely
Got it on me, n***a, they gon' take his face off 'cause they' hungry
Bad bitch, she be rockin' [?] (damn)
I got a message, I might tell all my confessions
He keep on actin' aggressive, we keep a Tec, hope he don't take it offensive
I put the gang on neck, we shootin’ bullets that go through his vest
I cannot count the top ’till I miss, I had to ball and had no assist
I had to buck it down, make a hit, I bet they take one to the dome for this
I pro'ly alter’d my wrist (whoa), VA, no V6 (whoa)
It's so much money I gotta get, drippin' Designer, five racks for a fits
Countin' up money, finesse on a bitch, he talkin’, I put 'em right on list
I ain't wanna live life like this, everywhere we go pop shit
N***as over there on that opp shit, homies told on me, he was gon' cop shit

[Chorus]
So many times I thought them n***as really loved me
So many times I blew my trust in my lil' buddies
We livin' that street life, but we don't promote thuggin'
Chopper blow his back out, like Rico, this my story

[Verse 2]
I got a hun-nit n***as, we gon' pull up deep, I got something for all you n***as (damn)
I went from rags to riches, ain't got it bad 'cause it's bad for bid'ness
Put out for n***as I knew that aren't wit' me, I got it on me, I'm keepin' it in me
I gotta watch whom I know that they in me
I say a prayer for all my enemies (damn)
I'm turnin' up, they don't live like this
You out of yo' mind, we havin' this shit
I get 'em killed for like half of these ticks
I got an army, they all wit' this shits (AH)
He get a bag and play wit' this shit
N***as is mad and they' throwin' fits
Bitch, you ain't put nothin' on this (lil' n***a)
No, tell 'em get off my dick
I get 'em killed, whoever I pick
From the back end, I gotta get (bands)
Like I'm just sayin', puttin' tax on my shit
Can't fuck wit' them n***as that ain't doin' shit (no)
I got them bands, is out of the whip
If I let 'em see it, I know he gon' trip
It's funny how n***as, they copy the drip
He get out of line, get him and his bitch (damn, oh)

[Chorus]
So many times I thought them n***as really loved me
So many times I blew my trust in my lil' buddies
We livin' that street life, but we don't promote thuggin'
Chopper blow his back out, like Rico, this my story

[Outro]
Uhh, this is my story
Uhh, this is my story