Frienemies

I come from a block in my city where niggas will hate you for nothing
It gotta be something
O, it gotta be something
I come from a block in my city where niggas will hate you for nothing
It gotta be something
O, it gotta be sumn

I got that dank rolled
Ain't even changed clothes
But I got that bankroll
Aw, aw
I need that range rov
Gotta hustle that's a 10-4
Why tf would I change for
Aw, aw
I make that fye pop
Make yo ass lean, rock
23 that's that beam glock
Aw, aw
I got that weed off
That boy got a mean talk
But we never seen pop
Aw, aw
You niggas wasn't never no friend to me, I know friends just don't turn into enemies
You see me in person don't put ya head down nigga just keep the same energy
Really you niggas my mini me
You know my niggas gone step like a centipede
I'm getting money you happy you been a g
You can't put street cred on a schedule c
I'm just too ahead of the game
I just want the fortune ill give up the fame
You look out for niggas they tarnish ya name
You put that bitch down she gone go fuck a lame
And give up the game
You know how these bitches be coming
Burnt out want respect like a woman
You hate on a nigga it gotta be something
Don't smoke Gary Payton it gotta be runtz
Never explaining myself my real potnas don't need it
Opps ain't never gone believe it
I made her hide the bomb in her cleavage
Bitch better not ask me ask Jeeves
Fuck on a bitch so good need Jesus
Fye on me now gone clap like cletus
Ran up the money now everybody eating
I know these niggas ain't never gone believe it

I come from a block in my city where niggas gone hate you for nothing
It gotta be something
O, it gotta be something
I come from a block in my city where niggas gone hate you for nothing
It gotta be something
O, it gotta be something



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Writer(s): Christopher Smalls
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