Bad Friend

I'm a bad friend
I don't link my niggas
I told myself I'd stay inside til I get some figures
I need my wardrobe with more clothes
Things I never seen
Destined to get the money
Little brother from Queens
Anxiety's a given been riddled with since a teen
I hope they never notice the lacking of self-esteem
I gotta reach the pinnacle nothing else in between
I peeped the highs and the lows
There's only so far to go
It's easier now
A couple people believe in me now
The scoreboards uneven for now
Bet you I'll leave with a smile
Worthy disposables and quotables left unattended
Either it's unintended or niggas just love pretending
Just tired of relying on people who couldn't empathize
Had to compromise, now they figure I minimize
Pick a side
Pick a lane
Pick a drive
Pick a day
Anyway
Promise that we gonna be fine
Queens



Credits
Writer(s): John Pritchett
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