For the Homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
When my momma died y'all was no where to be found
I spent fucking 3 months of my life just driving around
Was all alone tears in my eyes staring up at the clouds
Hoping praying for some answers but no God just let me down
I got fucking goosebumps as I was writing this down
I wont ever forget all the times that she helped all yall out
Feeding you clothing you even spent Christmas at my house
Anytime you got kicked out you know you always had my couch
You said you always got my back but let me ask you how
How you gonna talk shit then show me love when you see me out
You showing your true colors showed me what you really bout
Its all good fuck you don't hit me up tryna work shit out
I already know this song is gonna bring feelings out
I don't got to say names you will know who this about
You can keep on hating yall can have your fuckin doubts
Cuz my mama looking down on me she smiling and she proud
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
When my momma died y'all was no where to be found
I spent fucking 3 months of my life just driving around
Was all alone tears in my eyes staring up at the clouds
Hoping praying for some answers but no God just let me down
I got fucking goosebumps as I was writing this down
I wont ever forget all the times that she helped all yall out
Feeding you clothing you even spent Christmas at my house
Anytime you got kicked out you know you always had my couch
You said you always got my back but let me ask you how
How you gonna talk shit then show me love when you see me out
You showing your true colors showed me what you really bout
Its all good fuck you don't hit me up tryna work shit out
I already know this song is gonna bring feelings out
I don't got to say names you will know who this about
You can keep on hating yall can have your fuckin doubts
Cuz my mama looking down on me she smiling and she proud
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall are not my homies
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Yall be actin phony
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Cook
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