You Never Know Lyrics - Mac

Verse 1: Mia X 

You better think before you call Tyrone 

Can you trust him 

Is he real 

Does he look you in the eyes and make you feel what he's saying 

Shit I ain't playing 

My ??? in knots 

Remember the last niggas you felt they got you robbing shop 

I gots no time for new friends 

Some of the old ones ain't cool 

You ain't kicked it with this nigga since high school 

And you twenty-two now 

All a sudden y'all exchanging numbers callin 

You don't think that nigga heard you ballin 

Fuck that 

I smell a rat 

And I can hear the gats click clack 

Along with the sirens 

And special forces teams 

Or can it be that infrared beam and ski masks 

Niggas on a mission who say they gots to have it 

I'm grasping at straws 

And you think I'm picking with cha 

But you gots to stay one up on them niggas 

For they come and get cha 

You figure since y'all go way back them that matters 

Sometimes they be the first to ratta tatta 

Chorus: Mia X 

Friend or foe 

You never know who's real 

Who's fake 

Who's mask of love disguise hate 

You never know 

Break bread sleep in your house 

Then turn around and rat you out 

Friend or foe 

You never know who's real 

Who's fake 

Who's mask of love disguise hate 

You never know 

Break bread sleep in your house 

Then end up being rivals in a shot out 

Verse 2: Mac 

Have you ever pulled a caper 

With a nigga who you thought was your ace 

Y'all got separated he got caught 

And they took him to that place 

With no hesitation 

He was coughing up all kinds of information 

Ole, master splint ass nigga 

Can't handle interrogation 

Type of nigga that see your killer 

But instead of informing you 

Act like he don't see shit 

Walk away without warning you 

Ain't that cold 

Cause you remember when he had slept on your couch 

When his other partner had kicked him out 

For running his god damn mouth 

But see ah that's the type of shit your girl was telling you bout 

And she told you he was trying to fuck every time you left the house 

You thought he was only tripping 

And that she was only bitching 

Till you caught in your kitchen 

Trying to shove his little dick in 

What you love 

So now you in the pen for it 

Oh yeah you shot him so now you doing ten for it 

Niggas don't give a fuck 

They would rob you now 

And drink with you later 

Rape your sister 

Go to school with you 

And cheat on your paper 

(Chorus) until song fades