Fake Friends
Yvng henny
These niggas fake it's hard to find who's real
These niggas fake it's hard to find who's real (who's real)
Can't trust no one but it's alright, so tell me what's the deal
glock on me pull out and shoot but it is concealed (keep it concealed)
lost too much, but more to gain so what is the deal (what's the deal)
But talk on me this .9 will shoot like my name is O'Neal (Shaq)
Write my feelings in a song can't tell no one how I feel
Phone on DND can't no one call my line
fake friends easy but real ones is hard to find (for real)
could tell that you lied, even if I was blind
so now If you try to call I am gonna decline
They all up in my face but they ain't really there
when I'm famous they gonna wanna come and act like they cared
Now if they hate I'm just gonna look and stare
'Cause if I'mma be honest I really don't care
Imma make it to the top and imma live up in the hills
If yall really knew my story it would give you the chills
I'm just tryna be rich and pay my mommas bills
These niggas fake it's hard to find who's real (who's real)
Can't trust no one but it's alright, so tell me what's the deal
glock on me pull out and shoot but it is concealed (keep it concealed)
lost too much, but more to gain so what is the deal (what's the deal)
These niggas fake it's hard to find who's real
These niggas fake it's hard to find who's real (who's real)
Can't trust no one but it's alright, so tell me what's the deal
glock on me pull out and shoot but it is concealed (keep it concealed)
lost too much, but more to gain so what is the deal (what's the deal)
But talk on me this .9 will shoot like my name is O'Neal (Shaq)
Write my feelings in a song can't tell no one how I feel
Phone on DND can't no one call my line
fake friends easy but real ones is hard to find (for real)
could tell that you lied, even if I was blind
so now If you try to call I am gonna decline
They all up in my face but they ain't really there
when I'm famous they gonna wanna come and act like they cared
Now if they hate I'm just gonna look and stare
'Cause if I'mma be honest I really don't care
Imma make it to the top and imma live up in the hills
If yall really knew my story it would give you the chills
I'm just tryna be rich and pay my mommas bills
These niggas fake it's hard to find who's real (who's real)
Can't trust no one but it's alright, so tell me what's the deal
glock on me pull out and shoot but it is concealed (keep it concealed)
lost too much, but more to gain so what is the deal (what's the deal)
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Writer(s): Hendrick Rosa
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