Rome Streetz, Ty Farris, Bozack Morris - Treachery lyrics

I see you boys in Brooklyn have been active
Oh, we like to keep busy
Now, we don't like to hurt anybody
But sometimes things work out differently
If you guys are so good at it
The syndicate will use you
So give me the contract
And we'll do the job

Gripping the medal
Molded my mental with mildew (Uh, huh)
From the filthy eastside where
They'll kill you
For the bills went the rents due (Come on)
Shoot more shots then a ESPN film crew
The clip length almost a Shaquille shoе
This the real zoo
You gotta watch ya back the sеcond
A nigga front on you (Facts)
They'll stab you in the back with the
Same knife that the hunters use (O oh)
Your now amongst the goons (Goons)
Streets hustlers is a dusty room
This the dope needle for the junky spoons
(come)
Get the double cross for the cross on ya neck
The game of life a fixed fight
The devil talk to the ref (Oh)
Lost ya breathe trying to step
You can't walk with the best
You drowned and dick-riding waves was
The cause of your death
Our pedigree hood hustlers
Make deals for good customers
Never failed at nothing in life except
For your girl trusting us
Pimp hand ya career like the
Bum kicking the tin can
Lift the nickle nine
It's a slim chance that the doc can help

Niggas scheming, treachery
In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray every day these streets don't
Get the best of me
Niggas scheming, treachery
In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray every day these streets don't
Get the best of me

Get in the game you either gonna
Get double-crossed or you marry it
In the devil's kitchen I’m the
Pepper in the cabinet
In my past life I was a Pharaoh on a chariot
Today I’m still royalty
You can tell by how I carry it
I handle like Rafer Alston u niggas carrying
Traveling, saying nothing on
The track babbling
Ya arms too short to spar with the god
I’ll jab your chin
It’s a sport throwing these
Sharp lines like javelins
My bitch bad, but she more Kimora
Less Marilyn with the shit in the club
She down to sneak the barrel in
I fucked the game and had a few sons
The birth cesarean
I watch them copy everything I do
But it’s embarrassing
I felt the Lord didn't bless
Me with a money bag, i had to sin
A rolling stone like Mick
Jagger with blacker skin
So many lessons learned from losses
I had to win we eating
But I'll never forget when
The stack was thin

Niggas scheming, treachery
In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray every day these streets don't
Get the best of me
Niggas scheming, treachery
In the devil's kitchen, this the recipe
Broke out a broken home to build a legacy
Pray every day these streets don't
Get the best of me

Stop scheming, and looking hard
And looking hard and looking hard
And looking hard and looking hard
And looking hard

Bozack Morris on the beat, what up?