when you got no money
you got no company
people will use you
til there is nothing to gain
when you lose your fame
its a different ball game
fans turn to foes
act like a bunch of hoes
family and friends to frenemies
haters going to hate
they couldnt handle whats on my plate
the regrets, the shame, the loses, the guilt
i was built for this shit
cut from a different clothe
im like none of these lames
but my loyalty dont change
i was brought up that way
never will it fade
i wasnt made that way
regardless if you switch
im always the same
i wont bend i wont brake
nothing about me fake
i wont change until i hit grave
so if you aint real heres the deal
dont smile in my face
stay out of my way
it would be a shame
to have an early grave
© JTBoyd