Mon Poto

Ah yeah, Bersa
He was my bro but he turned his back on me, I'm so disgusted with him
I don't believe in the word friend anymore
He was my bro but he turned his back on me, I'm so disgusted with him
The block's been around for ten years, it makes the guys leave
Detail the kilograms, rolling up under OG kush
Midnight: I'm counting cash, noon: Screwing the cash in
Danny guards the cages, Danny can get you what you need (yih, ah)
There are a lot like you, I see them on Snap every day
There are too many hustlers in the game, it’s a back and forth
Certified street single, I know Sevran, its surroundings
At my place, when aiming for the moon, there will be a misstep

He was my bro but he turned his back on me, I'm so disgusted with him
I don't believe in the word friend anymore
He was my bro but he turned his back on me, I'm so disgusted with him
I don't believe in the word friend anymore
And tonight, I'm not here, gotta count the stacks
I smoked too much weed, weird how I let myself go
And tonight, I'm not here, gotta count the stacks
I smoked too much weed, weird how I let myself go
You’ve become shady, shady, shady
Or maybe you’re just sketchy, sketchy, sketchy
You can try to sweet-talk me, sweet-talk me, sweet-talk me
We say nothing, we know everything, know everything, know everything
What I thought of you, I would’ve preferred to be wrong
Choices are tough, I’ve seen our plans fall apart
It was our law, originally, it was you first
You don’t even deserve my smile anymore, bad mood, you’ve pissed me off

Bro, you broke the code, we said till death
I was counting on you in the shit but you really messed up
Like Iniesta, I’ve got the vision, cautious, I’ve got the thing under my jacket
Smoking that weed like Wiz K, I’m playing the tape on repeat
He was my bro but he turned his back on me
I'm so disgusted with him, I don't believe in the word friend anymore
He was my bro but he turned his back on me, I'm so disgusted with him
I don't believe in the word friend anymore
And tonight, I'm not here, gotta count the stacks
I smoked too much weed, weird how I let myself go
And tonight, I'm not here, gotta count the stacks
I smoked too much weed, weird how I let myself go
You’ve become shady, shady, shady
Or maybe you’re just sketchy, sketchy, sketchy
You can try to sweet-talk me, sweet-talk me, sweet-talk me
We say nothing, we know everything, know everything, know everything
He was my bro but he turned his back on me, I'm so disgusted with him.