Loyalty & trust

So if you’re my friend, you could never compete with me, cuz I’m not competing with you.

If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged

Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches

One eye on my opps, two eyes on my friends

'Cause at least with my opps, man knows their intentions

Seen half these niggas turn they back when rappers tried to come for me

Don't want them in my company just want to be a company

Secrets never leave my mouth, even if they torture me

There are few things that's forever, my lady

We can make war or make babies

And when the cops came through

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house

With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out (Right here)

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

If you ain't 'bout your own people, what you gon' raise your fists for?

We said a oath when we was kids, forever break the law

Why shed tears? Save your sympathy

My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetery

I got a few mil' but not all of them rich

What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?

What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?

That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit

A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off

I just happen to be alumni

Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye

Your strongest enemies the one who know ya weak spot

Just be aware that everybody ain't your friend

They'll be gone with the wind once your jump shot don't go in

People that be in marriages for years, when they say till death do us part, they not talking about little arguments like if you leave the fridge open.

Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze

Please, they got problems of they own

Anything worth having is hard to keep

I love you like my coffee so hot and so sweet

So let's, stick it out, so we never regret it

I could forgive the past, but I never forget it

I don't do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton

Never prejudge, it be the humble that'll squeeze slugs

It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns

Spill blood for my dunns thuggin' for me

I feel like describing male friendships is zesty as hell

My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father

I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved

We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept

We lived, we died, I stayed, you left

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you

If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you

Took me from a boy to a man, so I always had a father

When my biological didn't bother (Yeah)

Ain't no love lost, but wasn't no love shown

You know you famous when the niggas that's around you switch

Lame niggas bring you down, real niggas help you grow

I live for the nights that I can't remember

With the people that I won't forget

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

We know each other so well that we past lying

And we past crying, and we past fighting

Still water runs deep

So be careful of the company you keep

"If the game shakes me or breaks me

I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand"

Put money in my mom's hand

Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man

When the money and fame gone, tell me who stayin' with you

The best conversations—the most deep ones—are at five in the morning

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket

Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it

You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different

Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent

I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two

Forever writing, never biting, ain't shit else to do

Baby girl, respect is just a minimum (Minimum)

Fuck this rap shit, I'm just here for the check—I must confess

Po-po throw the hundred years on the desk—I won't confess

His mama tried to raise an angel, turned out gangster like his daddy

We share the same pain, so I knew he wasn't happy

I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up

And made more money 'cause my daddy never showed up

Rain or shine, yes, in any weather (Yeah)

My Grandmom Pam holds the family together (Uh-huh)

Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you, mayne (Tellin' you, mayne)

If you get jammed up, don't mention my name (Nah)

Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago

But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go

I jump to the sky for my people

I walk through the fire, I give love when it's equal

Who come to get you, none, they want guns

I be the first to set off shit, last to run

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one

Stickin' together like flour and water, to make that slow dough

We worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for

Each other, like we brothers from another mother

Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover

I been looked at, I been followed, I been suspected (Yeah)

Used and abused, I been accused, bitch, I been arrested

And if a nigga know some secrets, bitch, I ain't tellin'

I finally get it, all my haters, they was just jealous

Blood is a terrible thing to waste

Back when I was nothing

You made a brother feel like he was somethin'

Still got the house in the little hood that raised me

Still know dope boys, I talk to 'em daily

Still got that red neck family who loves me

Think MJG said it best; "Man, will I ever know

Who my friends through thick and thin, 'cause so called friends will turn to foes"

When I smoked with Willie Nelson, that was like the greatest feeling in my life

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same

Helpin' the enemy win the game

You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me

Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please

And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.

Six, six, six, six, six, soon as I’m back in the city they throw a parade

I might get a key to the city and give it to Wayne

Or give it to one of the young boys to carry the wave

Most hated, baby they don't love the clique

I thought they love you when you make it

I have trust issues. With women, friends, whatever. You always wonder what their real motives are.