2 Faced (feat. OG G Swole)

Get that bag, Gethrow

Yea

Remember them times I stayed down for my **** fasho

Never thought in a million years that my **** would go

I remember we was on the block, yea, I remember we was broke

Nowadays they be actin' like their memories broke

But y'all my homies

When I had a deal actin' like a **** Kobe (yea)

Had y'all **** around, had y'all meeting all the coldest (yea)

Now a **** down, y'all act like y'all don't even know me

Don't even know me (yea)

But I stayed down for y'all

Tote them rounds for y'all, uh

Slang them pounds for y'all

Let the AK sound for y'all

But in the end that shit turned out

Y'all wasn't even down at all (yea)

But in the end your so called friends ain't even down at all

But I stayed down for y'all

Tote them rounds for y'all, uh

Slang them pounds for y'all

Let the AK sound for y'all

But in the end this shit turned out

Y'all wasn't even down at all (yea)

But in the end your so called friends ain't even down at all

Yea, y'all ain't with me

Y'all really against me trying to kill me (yea)

Something look fishy

Y'all looking suspicious I don't get it

You got to be kidding

Yea, my closes ****, y'all be trippin'

Trying to catch me slippin'

But you already know that I ain't with it, yea

I was depending, for all of my **** to keep it a Benji, yea

Now I'm cringing, 'cause all of them **** want give me a sentence

Now I'm offended, y'all look like some opps

Y'all wanted to pench me

Fuck being cool

I ain't with the shit, y'all can't amend it

Yea, you lil homies out here caring your blue rags and red rags

Trying to rep something that you really ain't claiming

Got your fake ass up here

Talking about you pack that shack, but you an undercover homo jack

All you **** ain't with that real thing

That's one thing the honorable Salon

The neighborhood bomb and coming with that food drive

Back to the community that you started off of

We see all the lil things y'all called hard and what y'all did

And seen your people down on the ground and you going to shit on him

And you say you 100? How in the hell you 100

When you **** ain't working for the real?

Freedom and justice equality

You supposed to be repping and not shitting on the tape deck

Like Martin Luther King had a dream, we still acting like dope fein

By any means raping shit out the window

Recording **** like Nintendo, you **** ain't real

How y'all kill y'all own homies but say you got love for each other?

Y'all busters stay off the mic, Spark, I'm gone

Westside, G Swole