Scandalous, people act sus
In a real life, it's really hard finding trust
Plus, there's no fun games, it's just us
In fact, watchin your back it be a must
And each and everyday people lack the love
And hatin ass punks wanna f*ck you up
It's called betrayal
Check the horror scene
The kid was prolly age fourteen
Growing up in the suburbs, he's rather clean
But his brother was an older teen
Just another stoner who was known to be a fiend
The youngin got exposed to the flaws of his bro
The path he would take, he ain't know, but he chose
Wrong, now he's known as toker with the bong
Homie on the phone getting known for his job
Dealing was a feeling, a rush he couldn't lie
Still kneeling with his mama when they pray to god
On the side he's rhyming, his timing was on par
Word play was immaculate rapping it so hard
Supplier was a rhymer, he spit some fire shit
Homie was inspired, he tried to learn the tricks
Supplier named slime, known to kick a rhyme at any given time very fine
Always wanted all the shine
Homie got a mixtape, oh shit it's great
Everyones fav
They save, play it and rave
Slime couldn't face it, how come he ain't make it
Sold homie weed, the shit heavily laced with
A deadly dose of some shit then went down the very throat of the new cities king
Why would slime just freak out and go full scale
Cause he wants fame, and that's betrayal
Scandalous, people act sus
In a real life, it's really hard finding trust
Plus, there's no fun games, it's just us
In fact, watchin your back it be a must
And each and everyday people lack the love
And hatin ass punks wanna f*ck you up
It's called betrayal