[Intro]
8-8-8-808 Mafia
Tarentino

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These n***as changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these n***as, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
N***as say they real, but they actin' funny
These n***as changed and got jealous on me

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
I don't trust these n***as
I don't trust these bitches
Drunk right now, so you know I meant it
8-8-8-808 Mafia

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
If you know me then you know
N***a, Chi-town like my second home
I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken straight from Rome
I done bust down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone
"N***a, I can't talk right now, gnom-gnom-gnom-gnom
Got pussy on my tongue"
I got worry on my brain, I been gone all summer
Just to fly back home and found out y'all done killed my little brother
Shit is fucked up on these streets
Why the fuck would I think about some rap beef?
N***a, I got bigger fish to fry now
Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep (8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Where's my bottle?
Money change and people change
And people come and people go and act estranged
I'm aggravated 'cause they hated
Confirmation for success anticipated
I can taste it, I can chase it back down with liquor
I could drown out my sorrows
But I ain't a sorry-ass n***a
Get up off your ass, make yourself a hundred racks
Bitch, get up off your ass, throw it back back back
Back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack
Bitch, I love my hood, I'm strapped up, what's good?
Heard someone said— (8-8-8-808 Mafia)
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These n***as changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these n***as, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
N***as say they real, but they actin' funny
These n***as changed and got jealous on me

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Comin' up, gotta watch who you hang with
I'm still with the same n***as I came with
On the block with the same n***as I banged with
If you ain't talkin' money I don't know your language
I come from that very very bottom
Now I'm gettin' money and I'm seein' stardom
My n***as savage, don't start 'em
We up them guns if it's a fuckin' problem
Money comin' in, don't have money problems
Kicked your bitch out 'cause she ain't wanna swallow
All these bitches thots actin' like models
Fredo, I'm the king of Chicago
Got a .30 and I fill it up with hollows
Got bricks and I feel like El Chapo
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit, bitch
Since I'm a rich n***a, I need a rich bitch
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
These n***as changed, they got jealous on me
Try to rob, I got that felon on me
I can't leave the country 'cause I'm a felon, homie
And I don't trust these n***as, they be tellin' on me
And I don't trust these bitches, they be plottin' on me
Everybody ain't real, you gotta watch, homie
N***as say they real, but they actin' funny
These n***as changed and got jealous on me