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(Verse 1)

When I came home from jail we was brothers

Your beef was my beef

Remeber that time with Butta on your video set

When he was talkin' bout shootin'

If you don't pay him, then I got into it

Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came
home

I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain

You my nigga when you hot and when the
temperature changed

Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave

When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten
grand

You said you didn't want it, then you started
acting funny

It started with the cover of YSB

A picture of The Firm, everyone except me

Then my voice disappeared off La Familia

That's when it was clear to me there wasn't no
real love

I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production
deal

Which I didn't do cus son, that wasn't real

I was never jealous of you

In fact I was proud of you

I smiled when I heard you on Live at the Barbeque

I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer
fond of you

I gave you love from the heart unlike the people
surrounding you

(Chorus)

Love in, Love out

Nowaways is no honor, only drama

Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow

Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets

What's deep is, I had love for you

But due to situations, I can't fuck with you

Trust is a luxury I can't afford

Betrayal's something that I can't ignore

(Verse 2)

My love is real

Some earn it, some are unworthy

Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts
to hurt me

And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself

Cus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myself

I'm free from the burden of extending my hand

To my man's that don't deserve it

I only trust fam

When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded
me

You should be happy now that I'm doing me

Niggas, acting like I won't give up a habit

I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty
handed?

You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the
hate

Next time you talk about me, mention I ain't fake

I'm living my dream, live yours

I gave sweat and tears

You didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man?
(uh)

You so jealous your emotions make you careless

I hope when you hear this it makes you think
before you staring

At your last I hear you scheemin'

I'm reading you your last right

Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your
cats right

I'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin'
it

Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist

(Chorus)