BETRAYED (from "Gully" soundtrack)

Metro

I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Giving 'em all the smoke, giving 'em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don't care if it's war or we fucking on bitches, I'm holding 'em down
If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringing her 'round
I told her I don't care what she do in the street
Just don't make me look like a clown

Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal
Caught a opp' hanging at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground
Eastside nigga 'bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we'll chase y'all
Hit 'em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off
One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10
Count a couple Ms, I'm clapping, make sure the fans get a fraction
Don't think I'm just rapping and all these lyrics capping
Talking out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him
VVs in my ear, I look like a star
Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car
If she ain't giving top, we gon' let her starve
Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Sarge'
Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George
Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon
21, made man, bada boom
Pussyboy, you're lukewarm, not cool
Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
Your baby momma went to Cali'
She touching the city, we getting 'em gone
We really tryna catch a body
You just tryna catch a body in a song
I let down my guard, I showed her my heart
She couldn't believe it was chrome
Them pants thirty-five hunnid
Mediocre rappers can't put 'em on

I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Giving 'em all the smoke, giving 'em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don't care if it's war or we fucking on bitches, I'm holding 'em down
If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringing her 'round
I told her I don't care what she do in the street
Just don't make me look like a clown