Steering Wheel

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's a thin line, decide who you're choosing to keep close Who do you follow and who do you leave? Most People indeed may wanna see you succeed Though that just may be some people evil, it don't It's those who schemin' and actin' like they need you and say "Follow me this way," take heed before they lead you astray Beware of snakes tryna take away the things that you've made Deceiving and speaking behind the fake smile on they face Too many cases of our young men and women falling victim and losing sight of they vision Listening to fake friends and gettin' in all kind of predicaments Including but not limited to sex, drugs, dearth and imprisonment Discipline it can take to keep the right people around you Who make sure you steer straight down the pathway Far and away from the dark 'cause er'body around you ain't always got your best interests at heart [Chorus: K-Rino] A bunch of [?] nothing that you hear is real Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill [Verse 2: K-Rino] Cutthroats and turncoats, fake partners who flip the tables And traitors that forsake us are only some of the labels Lifelong bond friendships gettin' broken like leases Loyalty shattered to pieces when the heat level increases What lesson does it teach us? To each his own but when he condone speaking on me in the wrong way I'm speechless You worked together, did some dirt together But the minute y'all get jammed up, you're looking at a stress, they be the first to sever Mouse poison like pesticide Same guy that you would ride forever with today you hardly recognize Gotta hide from fake affiliates with Fed ties And females cut ya loose when your bread dies An actress, she killin' Katharine Hepburn No signal, out the blue just made a left turn They try to hang a dark cloud over a man's head Nobody knows ya when you're down and out like Sam said [Chorus: K-Rino] A bunch of [?] nothing that you hear is real Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill [Verse 3] I ain't feelin' these marks 'cause they hate and despise They camouflage their jealousy but it shows in they eyes A fake smile is a frown when turned upside down And they quick to be talking down when you're not around but they cowards And ain't no love for these fake ass ni**as and I'm tellin' ya Don't surround yourself with these cake ass ni**as Get your shine on, get your grind on and them h*es gon' [?] Steady puffin' on good kush 'til you're blessed and your mind gone But stay real, never turn fake on real patnas 'cause when you in trouble, they come on the double, and it's for sure that they got ya But one thing about a real ni**a, when you cross them, you lost them So speak your words wisely and make moves with precaution [?] games for the youngsters and the children to play And what's so real about life, you can always have it your way So you might be fooling the world but you ain't fooling yo self And hatin' on a real playa just might be bad for your health so steer right [Chorus: K-Rino] A bunch of [?] nothing that you hear is real Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill [Verse 4] If you need me, I gotcha, call me, I'm there in a jiffy Hit me, I promise you got a problem, I handle it swiftly And you won't owe me for nothing homie, just do me the same And be down for whatever in this dirty dubious game I got the streets sowed, dope game on lock Gangbangers respect me, and h*es they gon' flock Haters they gon' hate but mane, I hope not When this sh*t go down, my ni**a, I show-stop Yo you speak with a forked tongue and ulterior motives Hold up, I betcha I can't tell ya better than I can show ya I can walk with ya, talk with ya, ride with ya, jive with ya Walk to your [?], when you get back, you'll be a lot richer F*ck it, I know you wanna do the right thing But let me gon' tuck ya up under my right wing Or you can drive with your [?] hand and take control (Ya trust me, don't ya?) ni**a, do you or (sell your soul) [Chorus: K-Rino] A bunch of [?] nothing that you hear is real Your own folks turn on you like a steering wheel Envious and jealous is how they appear to feel Backstabbed you yesterday, today they in your grill