No Friends

No friends
No Crete
But I'm still up in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed any help

No friends
No Crete
But I'm still up in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed any help (yee)

Tell me what you see when you looking up at me
I'm a king, you a fiend, fucking peasant in the street
Tell me who you wanna be, know it's me, ain't low key
I been balling like I'm Curry, bout to swish another 3
This one for the G's, don't care which side you been repping things
This one for the better days, never okay with settling dreams
Gotta get away from all these phetamines and rubber bands
I just need another bank
Not running from another man
Yeah
Not running from another man
Head wrapped up like Taliban
This one for the petty fan, yeah
See you in another land
Pussy running outta hand
He choked up on leather bands

No friends
No Crete
But I'm still up in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed any help
No friends
No Crete
But I'm still up in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed any help (yee)

I don't really care what color hoodie you got on
That pussy shit you talk's a bunch of ra ra to the bone
You can't say it to my face, wanna keep it in a song
I be laughing to the bank when I cash out on every song

Yeah, now this a read along
Try to focus on my words, analyze what we been on
Yeah, you been so absurd so I had put the needle on and you got so damn burned that I had to drop the second track to make sure that you learned
One thing that I realized in my short time on the earth
If I had real friends this shit would not have ever occurred
So I picked myself back up and learned my lesson from the dirt
Never trust a bitch or man unless you wanna end up burned

No friends
No Crete
But I'm still up in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed any help
No friends
No Crete
But I'm still up in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed any help (yee) (yee)
Said I'm in this by myself never needed any help...



Credits
Writer(s): William Cottonaro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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