BETRAYED - 21 Savage

I been betrayed before, I done been played before

Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' '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, we fuckin' on bitches, I’m holdin' 'em down

If she a hustler fine and honest, I’m bringin' 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' hangin' at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole

playground

East side 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 clappin', make sure the fans get a fraction

Don’t think I’m just rappin' and all these lyrics cappin'

Talkin' 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 givin' top, we gon' let her starve

Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge'

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 by the pole

Pussy boy, you’re lukewarm, not cool

Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?

Your baby momma went to Cali'

She touchin' the city, we gettin' '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

Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' '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, we fuckin' on bitches, I’m holdin' 'em down

If she a hustler fine and honest, I’m bringin' her 'round

I told her I don’t care what she do in the street

Just don’t make me look like a clown