[Lyric] Confusion (C Trip A)

[Intro]
Ayy, blaow

[Verse 1]
I hate faking-ass frauding-ass niggas
'Cause I am a realist
Talk like they 'bout it, but know they ain't with it
Was from the hood, but you not in the trenches
Not with the shits, nigga, I was a witness
Niggas is bitches
Quick to jump up and start voicing opinions
But not in position, just got in ya feelings
You niggas is tripping
What am I missing? Can somebody mimic?
Play that shit back from the start to the finish
'Cause I do not get it, this shit is ridiculous
It's all just a gimmick
Philly, wake up 'cause the violence is senseless
Talk it, I live it's all from the muscle
I'm getting, I'm getting
[Verse 2]
Tough love give me motivation, I don't condone in snaking
Back biting or pillow talking, that's y'all niggas favorite
Brought up around young Gs, little niggas, y'all need saving
Guidance on y'all path of life, no knowledge taught in these days
Everybody be out for self, that's all I keep seeing
Black lives matter, but it's a lot of Black crimes in these streets
Kill or be killed, that's the type of nonsense these streets teach
Fuck what I'm saying 'cause they ain't trying hear me preach
Trying to see me squeeze, hammers bring me heat
Brought up on charges, want me facing life, in knee-deep
Sabotage my manhood 'cause I don't follow, I'm leading
I'm boss they king me, they king me, they king me