Trae tha Truth - 48 Hours Later

Friends

I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, moving slow in the Benz
Lookin' at these suckers through these Cartier lens
Reachin' out to God, hope he overlook my sins
Clear sunroofs open up to feel the wind
Feelin' like Khaled, tell them all I do is win
Only countin' racks if they comin' by the tens
Whole world watchin' cause they know I'm settin' trends

One true, bitch I'm bout it
Streets locked, bitch I got it
See me lose, bitch I doubt it
I'ma check somethin', no deposit
Villains comin' out the closet, probably cause they know I'm solid
I ain't good looking], I'ma take flight like a pilot
Like Big Mo, I was chose
Like Derrick, how I rose
My money long, I expose
Like Jay-Z changing clothes
I build traps like kaboose
I'm still with it, think I'm froze
I'm heavy with it, nothin' light
Got rows like old foes

I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I'm back at it, nothin' safe
Bout ten summers, played the race
Don't get mad, fix your face
Jump all cool, like i'm grease
Can't take mine, get your place
Trump flew into space
Don't touch my chick in the waist
All black chicken race
I represent Robert Davis
told the whole world can breathe this
His spot like Mike in Vegas
He's still the king, i'm the latest

Me and Mikesy about to zone out
You don't feel like that, you on the wrong route
This is my time, I can't hold out
I bring the heat like it was cold out
No roll out, i'm just riding
Got a black tip like i'm hiding
I got a new wave, i'm just diving

I'm gonna take your seat 'cause i'm rising
What's real life with no rhyming
Everything I got from me grinding
I'll be damned I don't get to the top
I was on my way like I'm driving
Not trying to shit on the game
And after delete it with fame
Ain't nothing I got to explain
Just give me the tick with the lean
And I do not feel l can change
Ain't no reaching i'm outta your range
Like to say you think I was strange
Switch up the brain, yeah

I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz
I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends
I'm comin' down, real slow in my Benz

Credits
Writer(s): Frazier Iii Thompson, Clifford Harris, D'juan Hart, Brandon Rossi Linsey, Widnick Prevalon, Rodriqueiz Smith, Shauntrell Pender, Jacquez Lowe, Bobbie Simmons
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