Drop a Gem On 'Em

I could drop a gem, they'd drop a dime if they could drop a stem So trusting in these fiends'll have you saying "not again" I don't care how long you know 'em, they watched you grow up The thought of not having your shit, just makes 'em throw up The last thing they wanna have to do is have to go up And go cold turkey, eatin' cold turkey So if cops jam him up then they could seem so worthy "he got guns, he got tons", while they scream "don't hurt me" And now they tryna hang you like Marino's jersey And you don't even know it, the fiend won't even show it He'll just walk up in your lobby like they did before They don't care about your life and how your kid is four Or 'bout how before you hit the block, how your fridge was poor They just hustle up the gwap cause your nicks was raw The moral of the story is: a fiend is a fiend The person they was before is who they were when they was clean One