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I ain't sure how I made it
Truly I tell you, one of you is about to betray me
Judas! You traitor!
Caution kept me around, man
Had to be alert at all times
It all truthful shit;
It's how we do this shit
'til them know the poet gems [?]
Even kept loaded toast around closest friends
Why sulk, doing' sly manoeuvers;
Kept eyes open, hoping' the crew don't got a Judas;
My word observe me, so at least you're familiar;
In the ebb and flow, you never know who dirty, reaching' to kill ya;
After feast go alert the Beast to reveal ya;
While you sleep;
Turn you in for 30 pieces of silver
Clear future, past ruffled;
Used to feel like every meal was Last Supper;
As a novice, sold garbage;
Kept it under trash cover;
Wild noise;
On our bullshit like cowboys as the calves suffer;
By the end, out of ten, one make it out;
Impatient chasing clout;
Faith in your congregation, but some ain't devout;
Team crumble when it slow and you only score on the humble;
Shit critical;
They getting you;
They know where you storing' your bundle;
Swear you got the formula, but some ain't with the mixture;
Built a framework;
So it hurt when they take you out the picture;
Before you fought, you thought: we
was
in
it
as
a
team