Текст песни Niggas In Pink - Butosh

Funny how we see niggas doing like pussies
These days niggas doing the talking more than bitches
One bad in their face, forget all the good deeds
Said in their face coz i might be there, just chilling
Tryna put myself first, they say I'm selfish
Talk to everyone about you, but not you
I fell a victim
Lotta time together, felt like you just robbed me
Wasted my time, always saw you as a fucking G
Always doing things together
Saw you as a brother
Now you're fucking made
Too good for crowd
Too dripping to be sharing room
Now you got an house
Never told me bout it
Still took as my hommie
Days on days
Weeks on weeks
You was getting it
Rocking designers
I be on the low
Popping lean and getting high
You can't understand
But i still held it down (nigga)

I'm Trynna change who I am
But nigga I'm getting colder
All I see is darkness with a devil on my shoulder
No love from a nigga
take a bullet for a nigga
Hell. No cuz He could be the one behind the trigger

Your actions didn't matter
We all chasing mullar
Facing a path
We all got our demons
And our angels
Lost you as a friend
Never gained you as an enemy
Saw you couple times later
We still shared a joint
Did the laugh like we best of friends
I don't a give a shit
I can only see myself
Never losing it
Guard my space as i do my lighter
Mental health, the fucking first
You could do a lot
Still ask who the fuck you do it for
Breaking bread together in the darkest time
Hustling dusk to dawn
Everyone on borrowed attitude till they make it
Money don't change people
Gives them confidence to be themselves
Lost the respect
Ride or die
Loyal till i die
Has your G been tested with the loyalty
Take it to the limit

I'm Trynna change who I am
But nigga I'm getting colder
All I see is darkness with a devil on my shoulder
No love from a nigga
take a bullet for a nigga
Hell. No cuz He could be the one behind the trigger

Find a balance between loyalty and betrayal
Couple of nights, think about it
Sell you out like a fucking show
People come and go
Betrayal the best gift from friends
Stab you in the back
Ask you why the fuck you bleeding
Not the years, but the actions
Got a friend from back then, it all stayed back there
Met a G online couple of years back
First thing he thought me was how to make cash
Pr job steady bringing it, one step at a time
Taught me how to blog, that's like step two
Niggas fall on line
Finesse a nigga
Guilt trips
I be showing lot of love in this street
Steady making people happy
Don't give a fuck about your feeling
Everyone can't like me
Your hate my motivation
Wanna see more angry faces
They tell me people truly love me
And their hate can't help it
Icell my secret fortress
See me through my distress
Light my fucking joint
Cant see you through this smoke
Moving like a ghost
Pharmacy did me cold
Niggas on the low
Ready to steal your show