Sean Vieyra - Judas Lyrics

Why I got a feelin' that you ain't who you say you are?
Always trust my gut cuz my intuition never wrong
Still think about all my people's who no longer here
Prayin' for they mama man, that shit is my biggest fear

I wish I could throw away them grudges that they hold on me
How was I supposed to know that they was gonna fold on me
Jesus had a Judas so I know that's how it's 'sposed to be
They was 'sposed to be my homies, them mu'f*ckas told on me

Do not tell 'em nothin', they gon' air yo dirty laundry out
When you see 'em up in person, act like they got cottonmouth
I don't trust nobody but damn, can you blame me though?
I just want the money homie, f*ck bein' famous though

Fast lane with my ese, tell 'em vamos
Anybody want it, I'm a snap like Thanos
Dominate the game like my name Giannis
Team full of leaders, I don't need no head honcho
Why I got a feelin' that they all flakin'?
Tied in with a cold heart, if I'm not mistaken
Dominate the game like Peyton, Brady
Hotter than Hell, Satan, Hades

Lot on my mind, take a strain 2 the Brain
You and me we not the same, better stay in your lane
Told your ass once, I'm a tell your ass twice
I just want the money man, you can keep the fame
They be in their feelings but who am I to talk
More motivation for me to go off
They still made about me over dumb shit
Had a chance to tell me to my face, you a dumb bitch

I wish I could throw away them grudges that they hold on me
How was I supposed to know that they was gonna fold on me
Jesus had a Judas so I know that's how it's 'sposed to be
They was 'sposed to be my homies, them mu'f*ckas told on me

Do not tell 'em nothin', they gon' air yo dirty laundry out
When you see 'em up in person, act like they got cottonmouth
I don't trust nobody but damn, can you blame me though?
I just want the money homie, f*ck bein' famous though