No Friends
The way you did the squad was sheisty
I fucked with you knowing you weren't like me
Precisely why I don't leave my back open to knives B
I'm slightly
Off of my rocker I be too hyphy the vernacular killer vocabulary be nice G
You fuck niggas trash
Go rip up your contract twice, the Raid spray
Cut through yo dough
Fuck him at half-price
Lying about you mean in these streets
That mean you half nice
I'm here to double up what you lost
Ain't got to ask twice
The Westside respect mine
How is you major
School your ass like its class
I'll pass em the pen and paper - my flight, nigga
30,000 feet with the Sun up
You six feet, I body niggas, leave you six feet under
This king shit
Phoenix known the ride with the heater
I'm No Retreater
Spike this niggas drink with this ether
Load the a&r up
Like I'm Benny Medina
Got no comment for the Press when I see you
All I ever say is
Nothing's really changed on my end
But a couple fake homies that I used to call friends
While they smile in my face I know they out for my ends
It's time to Reveal Your Truth Now
(If they should ask me I'm a tell them)
(Cuz I could never ever call you my friend)
I got no heart I'm way too cold I be way too cold
My Savage level overload it's on overload
These fake ass niggas way too bold they be way too bold
That's why I get shit on my own I be on my own
It gets so raucous in the field boy
It's Dogg eat Dogg its shoot to kill boy
I've never been a slave to the pussy I played the field boy
It's real boy
Geppetto level wood on the wheel boy
So Icy like I'm Gucci out my cell u better chill boy
Enough
Hood that I grew up was way too rough
Turn the average Nigga way too tough
Let a niggas Jordans get a scuff get to popping Uzi's getting buck
That's why I be on my hustle life is tragic seem like everyday my niggas disappearing like it's magic
We get high to numb the pain and now that numbness is a habit
And they wonder why my attitude on Savage
Nothing's really changed on my end
But a couple fake homies that I used to call friends
While they smile in my face I know they out for my ends
It's time to Reveal Your Truth Now
(If they should ask me I'm a tell them)
(Cuz I could never ever call you my friend)
I fucked with you knowing you weren't like me
Precisely why I don't leave my back open to knives B
I'm slightly
Off of my rocker I be too hyphy the vernacular killer vocabulary be nice G
You fuck niggas trash
Go rip up your contract twice, the Raid spray
Cut through yo dough
Fuck him at half-price
Lying about you mean in these streets
That mean you half nice
I'm here to double up what you lost
Ain't got to ask twice
The Westside respect mine
How is you major
School your ass like its class
I'll pass em the pen and paper - my flight, nigga
30,000 feet with the Sun up
You six feet, I body niggas, leave you six feet under
This king shit
Phoenix known the ride with the heater
I'm No Retreater
Spike this niggas drink with this ether
Load the a&r up
Like I'm Benny Medina
Got no comment for the Press when I see you
All I ever say is
Nothing's really changed on my end
But a couple fake homies that I used to call friends
While they smile in my face I know they out for my ends
It's time to Reveal Your Truth Now
(If they should ask me I'm a tell them)
(Cuz I could never ever call you my friend)
I got no heart I'm way too cold I be way too cold
My Savage level overload it's on overload
These fake ass niggas way too bold they be way too bold
That's why I get shit on my own I be on my own
It gets so raucous in the field boy
It's Dogg eat Dogg its shoot to kill boy
I've never been a slave to the pussy I played the field boy
It's real boy
Geppetto level wood on the wheel boy
So Icy like I'm Gucci out my cell u better chill boy
Enough
Hood that I grew up was way too rough
Turn the average Nigga way too tough
Let a niggas Jordans get a scuff get to popping Uzi's getting buck
That's why I be on my hustle life is tragic seem like everyday my niggas disappearing like it's magic
We get high to numb the pain and now that numbness is a habit
And they wonder why my attitude on Savage
Nothing's really changed on my end
But a couple fake homies that I used to call friends
While they smile in my face I know they out for my ends
It's time to Reveal Your Truth Now
(If they should ask me I'm a tell them)
(Cuz I could never ever call you my friend)
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Writer(s): B. Simms
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