Dead Friends
• Written by EmanuelDuhh
They used to sleep on me
Now they is proud of me
It's funny how they say that shit and they aint bout it
These fake people really gon make me vomit
All im really trying to do is become iconic
Yeah ima run this shit up
I'm coming in the cut like a truck
Bitch shoot and miss he out of luck
They can hate on me
I dont give a fuck
That girl hit me up she know im the plug
I don't sip or do drugs
Goin beast mode i got the chug jug
Hit that girl once pass her off issa lob
I don't need friends, do it on my own
They was there now I'm alone
They see I'm bigger and they hit my phone
I'm feelin higher, im on the throne
Don't try to diss change your tone
Put in emotion, no monotone
They wanna be me, my clone
Behind the keyboard they are unknown
Lame niggas tryna steal my flow.
This rap game what i own
I started it I shouldve ended it
Nigga hopped on the wave he was irrelevant
Gave him clout like a sidekick
He switched up like supersonic
I'm better where the fuck is your logic
Tryna diss me was pretty idiotic
But I won't say nothing about it
But that's off topic
He was a real one until he got bigger
He's dead to me, executioner
I was there for him like a father figure
Dissing me is a choice he should reconsider
He's annoying as fuck like a blister
Before you got with that bitch, I kissed her
Molded you into who you is
I'm the creator
I don't need no friends
Most of em dead to me
Tryna keep together whats left of me
Bitches say they love me but its not true
You shouldve just told me the truth
She said all this shit but changed up last minute
Thought what we had was fucking realistic
She got me feelin like fuck a relationship
Phone always going off got me like wait a minute
Fuck the check I want the cash
They see me saucin, she coming real fast
Where was yall when I didn't match
Where was yall when I didn't have cash
Bitch see I'm bigger now she tryna smash
But where was she when I looked like trash
Now I'm running up checks
Nigga rich now so ima flex
Tryna take my shit cause he know Im next
Make it as his own feelin perplexed
Stick to making beats and Kidz bop songs
Yeah you better go right your wrongs
Kill you off like king kong, no fucking remorse
Can't understand yo bitch ass like you speaking in morse
I'm flexing on you
I flex on yo bitch
You stealing shit, the Grinch
You can send shots, I wont flinch
Your rappin just made me cringe
Listen bitch yeah listen
You shouldve thought before the decision
Posted it on soundcloud but it wasnt written by you
And bitch you know that is true
Who fucked up my rap it was you
I could diss you in atuopilot
You wouldnt even have a clue
I don't need no friends
Most of em dead to me
Tryna keep together whats left of me
Bitches say they love me but its not true
You shouldve just told me the truth
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EmanuelDuhh
Member since July 27 2016