[Hook: Fredo These niggas changed, got jealous on me Try to rob, I got felon on me I can't the country cause I'm a felon homie And I don't trust niggas, they be telling on me And I trust these bitches, they be plotting on me Everybody ain't real, you gotta homie Niggas say they real, but they acting These changed and got jealous on me
Kendrick Lamar] I don't trust these niggas, I trust these bitches right now, so you know I meant it
[Verse 1: Lamar] If you know me then you nigga Chi-town like my second home I done flew a private jet for some Harold's Chicken from Rome I done down on a few thots, Fredo hit me on my phone "Nigga I talk right now, got pussy on my tongue" I got on my brain, I been gone all summer Just to fly home and found out y'all done killed my little brother Shit is up on these streets Why the fuck would I think about rap beef? Nigga I got bigger to fry now out my account and I'll pay for sleep Where's my Money change and people and people come And go and act estranged I'm cause they hated, confirmation for success Anticipated, I can it I can chase it back with liquor I drown out my sorrows But I a sorry ass nigga Get up off your ass, yourself a hundred racks Bitch, get up off your ass, it back back back inside my 'Bach, back in a garage that we can jack Bitch I love my hood, I'm strapped up, good? someone said
[Verse 2: Fredo up, gotta watch who you hang with I'm still with the same I came with On the block with the niggas I banged with If you ain't talking money I don't your language I come that very very bottom Now I'm money and I'm seeing stardom My niggas savage, start 'em We up guns, if it's a fucking problem Money coming in, don't have money Kicked your out cause she ain't wanna swallow All these bitches thots, acting models Fredo, I'm the of Chicago Gotta .30 and I fill it up with Got bricks and I feel El Chapo I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit Since I'm a nigga, I need a rich bitch