Steering Wheel

[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