Backstabber

They tryna cross me like a crucifix
I see the hate, it’s sad to say but I got used to this
Every single day it’s something new and I’m sick of it
I make my own money so I’m through with it
These bitches crazy and I’m not doing it
She tried to call my phone, always accusing shit
I’m just tryna make it out the mud
they see the drip
These stab wounds are getting covered
I’m not losing shit
You thought you had me down pat but that’s ludacris

You tryna fuck up my wave girl
You tryna drive me insane girl
Every single day they say the same
But it’s not fucking up my wave zone
I dare you to same my name
I know you ain’t gonna say it though
You claim you real but I can see it in your face bro
All they do is talk, all they do is hate
Ain’t nothing new, this city is fake
They always wish and hope you come in second place
But when you make it out
They said you was great