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