Juice Tha Truth - Alter Ego (feat. Drew Major) Lyrics

I dont know nothing
But i know something
Is going on here
Cuz everybody stunting
Showing fake love and
I might be wrong
With all of these assumptions
But I don't know
I dont know nothing
But i know something
Is going on here
Cuz everybody stunting
Showing fake love and
I might be wrong
With all of these assumptions
But I don't know
I dont know nothing
But i know something
Is going on here
Cuz everybody stunting
Showing fake love and
I might be wrong
With all of these assumptions
But I don't know

I could never fold
When you in them trenches
Make your heart cold
How you supposed to be my brother
But you done told
Why you fighting over bitches
When you know they chose
Niggas always talking shit
Behind closed doors
We gon hide that trap money
Up under the floor
What you know about flipping
And getting some more
What you know about that penthouse
On the top floor
I was scraping off them plays
Tryna make a score
Shoutout to my nigga juice
He gon make it for sure
We gon pull up in the coupe
When we copping the Porsche
They gon hate on this nigga
When we rocking them tours
Stop tryna play with a king
When y'all niggas is pawns
Doodle bop I erase you like you was a drawing
I ain't ever need nobody I was all alone
I been smoking on them cookies yeah that's My cologne
How ya own girl kick you out ya own home

I dont know nothing
But i know something
Is going on here
Cuz everybody stunting
Showing fake love and
I might be wrong
With all of these assumptions
But I don't know
I dont know nothing
But i know something
Is going on here
Cuz everybody stunting
Showing fake love and
I might be wrong
With all of these assumptions
But I don't know

Everybody say they love me
But i cannot tell
When i was down and out
Aint nobody gave me help
Theres gotta be a heaven
Cuz im living in hell
Another day another dollar
Another bill another sale
Niggas supposed to ride w me
But rather see me fail
I'm weighing out my options
On a f*cking libra scale
If the warrant 200$
Then just go and pay his bail
They praying for that kite
Hoping that you send em mail
Started off pushing snow
Made my heart cold
I been through it all
But I ain't eva fold
I done seen the realest niggas
Flip n turn to moles
My mind is racing
But the lean got me moving slow
Juice and major yeah we on the track
We took the game by storm
Nah we not gon give it back
Coming for that money
All we do is let it stack
My soldiers riding with me ion even gotta ask