[Male Vocal]
Verse 1
Welcome to the dope game, a kingdom of lies,
Where the snakes wear smiles and the loyalty dies.
Fake friends shake hands but plot in the shadows,
Birds of a feather, vultures circle where the cash flows.
I seen brothers flip scripts for a couple of grams,
Turn their backs in the dark, leave you stuck in the sand.
Keep 50 times 2, my circle stays tight,
Loyalty's a myth when the money takes flight.
They say they got your back, but the blade’s in their hand,
You’re just a stepping stone for a treacherous plan.
No love in the streets, just a graveyard shift,
Where the trust that you give is the one thing they twist.
[Hook]
The game’s a lie, keep your eyes wide open,
Friends turn foes when the money starts flowing.
Keep your circle small, only trust the chosen,
Birds of a feather flock where the cold wind’s blowin
[Verse]
Everybody’s a plug till the feds start creeping,
Then the toughest in the room start crying and leaking.
They’ll sell you out quick just to save their own skin,
Leave you drowning in the game while they’re swimming in sin.
The loyalty’s fake, it’s a mirage in the heat,
They’ll break bread with you today, but tomorrow they’ll cheat.
I’ve seen partners turn rivals, brothers split for a dime,
Once they taste a little power, they’re no longer aligned.
You think they’re your day ones, but the love’s on lease,
They’re just waiting for a moment to cut you to pieces.
In this world of dope dreams, trust gets you killed,
So I stack mine solo, let the fake ones spill.
[Hook]
The game’s a lie, keep your eyes wide open,
Friends turn foes when the money starts flowing.
Keep your circle small, only trust the chosen,
Birds of a feather flock where the cold wind’s blowin’.
[Bridge]
It’s chess, not checkers, every move is a gamble,
One wrong step, and your whole life’s in shambles.
Keep your hands clean, but they’re grabbing the dirt,
They’ll smile in your face while they’re stealing your worth.
The streets don’t love you; it’s a setup, a trap,
Every brick that you move puts a knife in your back.
So I watch from the shadows, keep my mind on my grind,
Trust is a currency that’s harder to find.
[Outro]
In the dope game, loyalty’s just a disguise,
They’ll build you up just to orchestrate your demise.
So I move in silence, keep my circle like gold,
Only real ones around me, the rest turn cold.
The game’s a lie, and I’m the proof they deny,
Fake love, fake friends—now I’m cutting all ties.
