[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
I remember n***as turned on me
N***as actin' like they never really heard of me
Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols, let it burn on 'em
Watchin' how the tables turned on 'em (Beat Boy taught me)

[Verse: Maxo Kream]
Treat your n***as like your brothers, you would never turn your back
Right or wrong for your brothers, you would bust a n***a cap
Used to mob deep as hell, you had a hundred n***as strapped
Now you locked up in jail, where them hunnid n***as at?
Probably tryin' to fuck your main, they ain't worried 'bout you, n***a
But they screaming, "Free your name," on they Instagram and Twitter
N***as cappin' for the 'Gram but they ain't give you one dollar
How that 'posed to be your mans, but he ain't checkin' on your momma?
Took away your commissary, think the boss man on some jelly shit
Had fifty bands on you, but they put it with the evidence
Your name ring bells, still eatin' in the county
Before you made it to your cell, you had soups and brownies
You gon' eat regardless, but your n***as left you starvin'
But when the drama pop off, you the first one they callin'
Remember watch ma' call it, took the box and stole the pounds
And you pulled up on his block, with the Glock and gunned him down
Caught him lackin' from behind, you cocked the nine and popped the iron
Put your life on the line, but your n***as let you down
You ain't bitchin', you ain't cryin', got a heart of a lion
No snitchin', testifyin', day for day, you do the time
Your lawyer said your homie snitchin', you thought it was a lie
Then you read that black and white, broke your heart and crushed your pride
The same blood n***a that you called your lil' bro
The same lil' n***a droppin' names like a ho
Took him to interrogation, he was posin', fake stiff
Let them crackers fast talk him, now he shakin' like a bitch
Laws threw some time at him, started singin', Taylor Swift
Told on you for a Coca-Cola and some cigarettes
Cut from a different cloth, these fuck n***as made different
Screamin', "Death before dishonor," swear to God, you really live it
Laws tried to question you, you told them crackers burn in hell
Take a .38 shell before you ever talk to 12
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
I remember n***as turned on me
N***as actin' like they never really heard of me
Now I'm hoppin' out with pistols, let it burn on 'em
Watchin' how the tables turned on 'em

[Outro: 03 Greedo]
I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed
Hoppin' out with 'Ks, aimin' at they face
Bitch, I've been betrayed, I've been betrayed
Hoppin' out with Ks, aimin' at they face