[Intro]
Zab Zuda

[Chorus]
I commit so many sins, Lord I'm sinful
I don't fuck with these n***as, can't pretend to
Fuck the opps, it's your brothers who against you
Nowadays it's hard to tell who's really with you

[Verse]
Nowadays I can't tell who really wit' me
That's why my Glock 23 hold 'bout 50
My brother living through me until they RIP me
Baby told me that she love me I'm like bitch please
Lord why these n***as talking like they gang
Knowing damn well these n***as ain't on nothing
If I wanna come and get it 'cause I don't like the way
Usually I don't be singing, they gon' ride the wave
N***a talk is cheap, and plus you broke so I won't intervene
They know what I allow 'em, never let 'em know the inner me
Find out that she cheating, instead of leaving her you give a speech
And n***as talk the most up on these beats but really did the least
I cannot trust hoes, my eyes low not none
Introduce 'em to the smoke, drum roll
Seems like you gotta watch the ones that you love most
Who was riding with my Glock tryna up score?
Who? Clip full, tryna unload
I put a scope on my chop tryna hunt souls
And I'm way too smart for a dumb ho (Ho)
On the gang
I'ma rock with you I just hope you do the same
And if I break the code, put a bullet in my brain
You ain't gotta ask but you knowing what I bang
And they don't feel my pain
Can never feel my pain
When I brought shit to the table it was nothing that you brang
Like you looking at your own list hope you watching what you say
And I put all my faith in God and I talk to him when I pray
[Chorus]
I commit so many sins, Lord I'm sinful
I don't fuck with these n***as, can't pretend to
Fuck the opps, it's your brothers who against you
Nowadays it's hard to tell who's really with you

I commit so many sins, Lord I'm sinful
I don't fuck with these n***as, can't pretend to
Fuck the opps, it's your brothers who against you
Nowadays it's hard to tell who's really with you

[Outro]
Wit' you, who really wit' you?
Now days it's hard to tell who really with you
Who really wit' me?
'Cause now days it's hard to tell who really wit' me
My Glock 23 hold 50
Can't tell who really with me
Uhh on the gang
On the gang
Ha on the gang
On the gang
Yeah, on the gang
You ain't in the gang, you know what I bang yeah
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