Lies and Scams

Verse

I call my bro — he lies right to my face.

In front of his mom: “Don’t call him, give him space.”

She snatches the phone, starts shoutin’ ‘bout the cops.

I say, “Call GDBOP — let’s see who really opts.”

It ain’t the first — the street always gives back.

Uncle hit my line: “Where’s the phone? Who sold that pack?”

He said he was with me — that story’s a con, man.

But he was with junkies — phone got sold in their plan.

Chorus

Lies and scams — the hood remembers all.

I don’t hide, I stand clean — I won’t take the fall.

Phones pass hands, but the truth don’t bend.

Play dirty, play fake — you pay in the end.

Verse

They fling threats, talkin’ cops, tryna flex and flex.

Bringin’ fear, callin’ names — same old checks.

Truth weighs heavy — stamped like a file.

Lie to your folks — you’ll pay quick, no trial.

I don’t want beef, I don’t need noise or fame.

Just want order in the block — streets with a clean name.

The hood is watchin’ — every move comes round.

Truth stays solid — lies get buried in the ground.