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Fake Friends
- It’s a cold world out there
- Shit’s only gold for a minute out there
- And this only told for a minute out there
- That you the only fucker spitting lyrics out there
- And don’t mess with any brother giving civics out there
- Cause they’re gonna stab your back, no shits about care
- With any cat, living from here to around there
- They eat you up like pussies and give no clout there
- Never trust no bitch with a mind and a dick
- In your life they consistently trying to shit
- Cause these snitches are dying to live
- They want a piece of your cash and a pile of it
- Fuck you over, raw dog and no condom
- Drop you away and jog off no problem
- You do this, or you got more options
- Say fuck fake friends, they’re just a means to an end
- Especially when relationship needs some amends
- And when you hit it big, you need to meet even ends
- And then we’ll see the man who end up bleeding then
- Check yourself and who’s really controlling your life
- Cause behind their backs everyone is holding a knife
- This combined with gats could bring a halt to your rights
- And make you left stranded to your own misery
- Reprimanded from your power and literacy
- The true prowess of the pistols, g
- And how it’s above your intelligency
- Can’t you see? It’s all for dead president’s g
- Definitely see the progress they invested in ye
- You’ll be resentful and detested indeed
- So keep your pen full of poison on those sheets
- Keep your voicing to your own peeps
- And always oiling your own jeeps
- Uh, for one love
- Yeah, yeah
- They all try to pull me down, like I’m not lyrical
- And how I’m useless at bending syllables
- How I’m not like the hundreds of metaphysicals
- How I’m only the eighteenth letter
- But I know they wrong,
- I can create something on the level of the eighteenth letter
- Rakim (rock em) off of their sweaters, Always and forever
- I’m true to myself, don’t use other’s view on life
- I make em contemplate my conundrums
- And like a harlem shake I’ll just bump em
- Off of my dick, cause with these fakes I don’t fucks with
- I’m not black, cause I’m white, and can’t rap, and can’t write
- But can you see this shit, it is black and white
- To each color we all attacking rights
- Cause in reality none of use wants to be gangsters
- We all wanna be the big balling players
- Drink Ciroc, hit L’s, and let money Puff in layers
- Live like Chris Rock, Chapelle, drink Goose like it’s for free
- But none of us like Pac, Big L, there’s Proof on this track before me
- There’s a man behind the mask and it’s typically Voorhees
- Who will chainsaw your brains off for cash
- The root of all evil,
- This shit will change the mood of all people
- You make it, others want to take it
- A man you used to call brother leaves you there naked
- Left in an alley reduced to your sanctum
- You the whale in an ocean full of plankton
- But this is life, just finish your own pages
- So continue till your weight thins
- Do your own grind and everything will make sense
- yeah, yeah
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