In Between Us (feat. Nas)

Circumstances are like my first fight I lost

It was swinging my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping

Oh shit, this little ****'s thugging

I mean, I was thirteen, I was nursing a knot on my face

But chose another time and a place

That I would avenge my last fight 'cause the same shit

Ain't gonna happen that just happened last night

Knuckle game changed quicker than lightning

Hit 'em or slice 'em

Either stick 'em or blast pipes, it's the fast life

I try to give another **** advice, shoot dice

Do plenty of shit, 'cause this life, how many you get

How many **** do you know get two?

Besides a **** who snitch to skip a life bid, be one of your crew

I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge

Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance

Lessons, detrimental to a young disciple

Focus, take care of your brothers, **** do as I do

Keep your enemies close, where they can see you

It's not your enemy who get you

It's always your own people

Mass confusion in my head

Killing me, driving me mad

Got me wondering, can I trust my friends?

'Cause they stick me in my back every chance they get

Am I paranoid? And if that's the case

Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?

I can't handle this, I'm losing it

With a loose grip, I'm hanging on to emptiness

Help your brother, save him from the

Evil demons, in between us

Came between us

I know you hate me, don't you?

I bet you sit and wish my time never came

You probably rather see me die in the game

You probably rather see me die in a plane

Well y'all see me up on top of my dough

I get my money, shit changed

And **** start looking at me different than this

And downplay the real **** shit to get with a bitch

But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this

You only good as what you come up against

****, you get what you get

Sure the grass is greener on the other side of the fence

But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench

I'ma starter while you riding the bench

You saying you a player, well I'm the one designing your prints

Something to go by, to let these **** know I

Don't believe in letting shit slide, **** gonna die

Best friends since high school seniors

Where the homeboys are meaner, but let the bullshit come between us

Mass confusion in my head

Killing me, driving me mad

Got me wondering, can I trust my friends?

'Cause they stick me in my back every chance they get

Am I paranoid? And if that's the case

Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?

I can't handle this, I'm losing it

With a loose grip, I'm hanging on to emptiness

Help your brother, save him from the

Evil demons, in between us

Came between us