et tu brute. Lyrics

If your favorite position's right beside the side of me

Then I know that you're right about being a ride or die homie

You can never trust these niggas, man, in time man, we gon see

Betrayal might be in the future, but until then I'm gon feed

All my (niggas)

Y'all able to kill your own brother over 'caine that's crazy

A brute is one who'll cease a chance to stick serrated blade in his brother's back

He's been a dick, annulled and cut relations

Behind you disses, carry it?

In time, he'll cross ya nail ya

He'll help police, he need no brown-nosing, gladly betray ya

Even afraid to call, he on the phone to try and bait ya

Said you were safe, that was the lie

Lack toast and bald heads shave ya

No way his avid conquest linked him with foes and invaders

If your favorite position's right beside the side of me

Then I know that you're right about being a ride or die homie

You can never trust these niggas, man, in time man, we gon see

Betrayal might be in the future, but until then I'm gon feed

All my (niggas)