Ghost Stories - Styles P

Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus

I don’t trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this

Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives

It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest

That’s why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T

Little stupid niggas, they ain’t got their G.E.D

But they’ll do anything for a fee

And damn near anything for a key

Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview

You acting like you ready to die (be prepared to)

They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I’m air you

Coming through, knocking that Black Rob (I dare you

Yeah), I’ll send flowers to your wake

(I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face)

I got a bunch of Rocsi’s and Frees with me

I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T

You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T

Friends at a distance, enemies close

Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T

You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D

Everything’s believable, anything’s possible

Don’t take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital

You holding up your right hand on the stand

And then you put your right hand in the can

Friends like that, who needs enemies?

I’m fucking successful, it do breed enemies

Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay

Tear your ass apart, rip the runway

I ain’t with none of the sucker shit that they be with

Want you to pick em up all the time, that’s baby shit

That’s why when I breeze past, I’m with a broad

That reminds you of Free’s ass at the Awards

My advice?

Get your money, don’t let it change you

And don’t trust shit -- even the devil was an angel

Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T

You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T

Friends at a distance, enemies close

Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most