Correction Lyrics Good Bye by Dante Wolfe

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There's no honor amongst thieves
People take what they need
How many say that they down
How many do you believe?
How much time do you got
'Fore you get time you don't need
Its too many switch ups for me
I just gotta leave

So say goodbye to the bad guy, this is yo last high
Started in Fall 12, damn the time did pass by
But oh well, you niggas so frail
Just pull on coat tails
You know if they get hold of yo mail
You won't see no bail
But still we do it, the wrong path, still we choose it
You can't teach a nigga that won't learn until he losing
I started with an ounce and a half
Just selling grams, outta 617
We did some shit never seen
Had to corner the market, the best shit that was sparking
And everybody was talking but we was driving not walking
So f*ck it, but nowadays I had to switch my mental
The feds done hit my brother and my nigga pulled a switch up
Never think it can happen until it hit you close
People that call you bro, all of sudden looking like different folks
My phone ringing now bout some different smoke
But I had to let it go, It's too many sirens out here to listen for

There's some rules you gotta follow when you playing this game
A lot of niggas really don't
Swerving outta they lane
Stack it up and then you get out
Before a sentence dish out
They throw the book at you if too many look at you
Snakes in the grass
You can't give 'em a pass
And stay down 'til you rise might be too much to ask
Everybody claim they real until shit get real
And when you spend yo last dollar
You gon' see how they feel

So say goodbye to my secret love, my truest skill
I swear to god you taught a nigga how to do business for real
But this nigga here though, acting kinda weird though
Pulled a scam on a nigga and we been down for years bro
And them lil niggas shake my hand still when they see me
Knowing in they prime time they still wanted to be me
Couldn't be half as Nyce that's a double entendre
Time to move on and get this bread a lil longer
Back in my city time to link with my crew
Came up off Carlton Ave
Got some shit for the stu
Got promises to keep, got goals to meet
But I remember fast times, had plenty of thrills
And I remember bad times
Really skipping some meals
And I remember telling my mom I had to leave my house
I remember leaving my rent money and never getting it
Ever since then I been feeling a little different

There's some rules you gotta follow when you playing this game
A lot of niggas really don't
Swerving outta they lane
Stack it up and then you get out
Before a sentence dish out
They throw the book at you if too many look at you
Snakes in the grass
You can't give 'em a pass
And stay down 'til you rise might be too much to ask
Everybody say they real until shit get real
And when you spend yo last dollar
You gon' see how they feel

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