These fools out here say
They live by the code
But I say they live by the dirt
These fools say they
Got our back no matter what
But when you need them
They are nowhere to be found
I say forget that loyalty code
The only real loyal people I get
Is called “my family”
When I need them they are there on the fly
But I ask myself
Where are all my goons?
When I got my answer they’re
Long gone on 295 going to a different state
That’s why I say
“I trust no one except my blood and Lord Almighty”

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