Whack Friends(working on)
• Written by SenselessOne1
How many friends do i have it doesnt matter
as long as i got people in my corner who'll follow me up this ladder
yes i've seen your true intentions, honestly you think i would-
mention this to you, nah homie lets see how you act,
and what you do
when i switch up the way that i act around you
you say whats up i nod my head and continue walking
you're immature ass dont stop talking
dont put yourself in a position where i gotta call my homies send them
on a mission now your momma pickin coffins oh shit low blow?
nah man you just dont know so i wouldnt even pick up the phone
you're a waste of a text, waste of my breathe you are live with
the young man coming correct, something you need to check
whack,
contradict yourself a lot and thats a fact but you dont see it
you cant say sorry cause you never mean it, your minor demeanor
makes me your leader cause a minimal mindset will not conquer mine yet
i feel myself, it is'nt selfish if i need the help
one day all i might have is me, so obviously i gotta be head on shoulders
screwed tight doing life right so its not trife light up every night with a
doink, dont have to smoke but it keeps my mind on point like this laser
speak too loud it might be hovered over you like a taser, call me
magic eraser the way they couldnt place me at the scene
one man but its like i own a whole team of me's loud and screaming
back at me, shut up grab a pump shotgun split my cabbage to catastrophe
oh so you gotta dead beat dad, i know people worse off living off one check
a month better yet, depressed in stupper thinkin about everyone i've left
you think that you have it bad, try eating naps for breakfast lunch
and dinner dont get sad,
try getting kicked out of your mommas house in mid winter
with no where to go i swear i lost my mind years ago but i aint no fucking
fool to be played with, i wised up grown up now having a goodyear rolling
down the pavement, motha fucka why you waivin like im really gonna stop
let you get in to go cop smoke some tree, fuck that alone i'd rather be
your problems mean nothing to me, complain complain just makes it worse
i make it work yeah i know imma jerk, nah imma asshole covered in dirt
here to hurt you, break you down and then desert you
leave you stranded with no ride when its past your curfew
go and break a few dutches down with my small crew
in reality its only maybe one or two people
i can still fuck with on a daily basis
thats my mom and my dad since i was young they separated
momma cheated daddy and i felt so much pain
set up to be jaded but i see no rain
life is a bitch and i prefer mine not to be hated but jealousy fills em
guess thats why im named Phil son, you never understand the problems
underlying which would kill some one who wasnt meant for a life like this
movie's couldnt capture it in a 3 hour box office hit with millions of dollars
poured into the flick, shouldnt think about my past its just like a record
yeah they went outta style but its still cool to collect em,
listen to a vinyl and then focus on ascension
lessons are everywhere and losing friends a blessing
so when you dont hear from ever again i know you wont be stressin
thats all goodie you a square please dont come around me here you
gonna end up lying somewhere you aint gonna wanna be found
so dont get immature when you hear me lay this down for you
sorry its not my fault your a clown, true and there's nothin you could
do to really change that, all i do is state facts you're fake and thats
a wrap, no black and mild theres no glue to bind me and you
to a friendship man im glad spoke out to end this but you
still gonna be mad cause of the verbal shots that im sendin
if you get your head out of the asshole you glorify so much you might
hear song and wanna spark shit up, and i'd be ready for war
so dont even think about sendin mommy to my door
ill slam it in her face, nah i wouldnt open up, got her face on the ring
app like yeah bitch whats up, oh thats far but i dont give a fuck cause
i got a car and a license too, seems to me you're just a loser dude
i got nothin left to say to the unmotivated you im fuckin through
through
im fuckin through
through
im fuckin through
speak up on a mic or i cant respect you
talkin big shit how wanna rap too
i didnt hate then but now im going to
only cause what you do is stoop to a lower level
and i wont even try it imma stick to my highest ground
so fck off and just dont come around.
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SenselessOne1
Member since July 17 2015