Spreacha BG - Antisocial Lyrics

Uh Uh (Live from the funky five boroughs, n***a) uh

I know you told me how these n***a's really phony
Yea they front like they the homies but this life could get so lonely when you
Can't trust nobody yea these b****es say they got me
But they act so wishy washy quick to ride for he who not me I know
You ain't no real one emotions I don't feel none
Call me antisocial, know it's beef if I approach you it's like
This s*** get real, son so take it how you will, son
I don't wanna know you I ain't even gonna hold you I might

Just run you for your life them n****a's ain't running with me
First chance they get they probably put one up in me
Yea that's my girl, but that b**** is not my wife
Cause these hoes in 2016 too motherf*****g friendly I ain't got no time
She be up in every scene, fiend smiling in another n**** face
All up in another n**** space, she say she love me down
How about when I'm not around I got, too much of that pride
To be playing that side I don't live that life
I won't shake a hand that don't keep it real I'll hang you n**** that's right
If you can't earn my respect loyalty don't come with checks
Real ones come half a dozen don't ask for nothin' violate I'll come for your neck
My guy don't come for me if don't send for you
These women front like they been with you when they left and only came back
Keep the s*** a rack real n****s ain't meant for you and that's fact

I know you told me how these n***a's really phony
Yea they front like they the homies but this life could get so lonely when you
Can't trust nobody yea these b****es say they got me
But they act so wishy washy quick to ride for he who not me I know
You ain't no real one emotions I don't feel none
Call me antisocial, know it's beef if I approach you it's like
This s*** get real, son so take it how you will, son
I don't wanna know you I ain't even gonna hold you I might

Just run you for your life used to rob for a living paranoid n****
Better call 'fore you visit cause I know life gets so hard in them prisons I ain't with it
Ain't nothing what it seems hit two fifth with a buck and a dream
My grandma say that I'm crazy, said I need more than God to come save me
I said f*** that we bust back ma, ain't you proud of your baby
S*** this how they made me f*** would I care if all of them hate me
Even your family will come line you now tell me how can I live better
May God bless when I find you cause I'm still in Alpo and Rich era
That Harlem world that grimey Grant that rinsing out a whole clip weather that's real
That kill for a meal, buck and duck and that peel for the trill
That trap don't lack, watch your back that fire for fire and that steel for the steel
I been through what you call life and these the pieces needed for the real to be built
That's fact

I know you told me how these n***a's really phony
Yea they front like they the homies but this life could get so lonely when you
Can't trust nobody yea these b****es say they got me
But they act so wishy washy quick to ride for he who not me I know
You ain't no real one emotions I don't feel none
Call me antisocial, know it's beef if I approach you it's like
This s*** get real, son so take it how you will, son
I don't wanna know you I ain't even gonna hold you I might

Just run you for your life these streets was never made for play my n****
These hoes is not my type I rather be alone what can i say my n****
In case I die tonight just know that I was on my way my n****
This life is fight or flight so I'ma use my hands everyday my n****
So I'ma do my motherf****** thing my n****
So see me when you see me let it ring my n****