Dead Friends
Blow that shit up, C4
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Stay down and we gon' ball with each other
I can turn my sprite a whole nother color
That ain't your bitch if you gotta worry about who she screwin
And if you know that shit ain't for you, get a new one
Free lil Joe, I know he hurtin
I can feel it from a thousand miles away
You already locked down in a pen
All these niggas tryna take your life away
Is it handcuffs or the grave
If you gotta worry about your nigga
Fuckin' with the enemy, that ain't your nigga
I deserve a whole lot
I want more than I got, I'm tryna get rich
I'm stackin' up these Benjamins
I got so many dead friends
Ben had told him I was legend
I'm a rockstar from heaven
I been prayin' hard, see the scars on my knees
Surround myself with niggas who go all in for me
Country boy got horses and she gon' ride it for me
If she ever show me secrets, that's for me and God to read
Look me in my eyes, you see a star in a demon
Don't panic, don't panic
Don't panic, don't panic
I'm off the lean and I got shawty off the xanax
I think I met her at the bank shawty scamming
I was knowin' how they all pay attention
You left me scarred, I wish I could hold your hand
When you go shoppin', you hear my music playin' every store
When you start ridin', you hear my music on the radio
I got you up late, you can't sleep
It's hard to get away from me
Things I didn't wanna do, I did it out the love for you
I did you so much that I know you probably fuck my mud, brother
If you were open wounds, I know you probably fuck my blood, brother
I probably still like candles and have roses in the tub for you
I still drop money on the floor for you
Girl, what kinda hold you got on me
I was talkin' bout Lil' Joe, now this a love song
I was just talkin' bout graveyards and cuffs on
Take all they diamonds, I give a fuck bout this jewelry
Spent four racks on some Cartiers my vision still blurry
When it smoke, this shit like cancer, it's so hard for them to cure
They never knew when they was born, they live they life in a yard
I get in vampire mode, I got sight in the dark
I was locked behind doors that I couldn't unlock
I know she hate the way I'm livin', but she won't leave cause I'm raw
Keep that fake shit from around me, I don't wanna be involved
I come from the environment, you die, or make it out
I don't know who niggas know, stay away from unknown crowd
When they go, I got a joke, so mama hold my niggas down
We ain't boxin' no more, niggas loadin' up them rounds
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Stay down and we gon' ball with each other
I can turn my sprite a whole nother color
That ain't your bitch if you gotta worry about who she screwin
And if you know that shit ain't for you, get a new one
Free lil Joe, I know he hurtin
I can feel it from a thousand miles away
You already locked down in a pen
All these niggas tryna take your life away
Is it handcuffs or the grave
If you gotta worry about your nigga
Fuckin' with the enemy, that ain't your nigga
I deserve a whole lot
I want more than I got, I'm tryna get rich
I'm stackin' up these Benjamins
I got so many dead friends
Ben had told him I was legend
I'm a rockstar from heaven
I been prayin' hard, see the scars on my knees
Surround myself with niggas who go all in for me
Country boy got horses and she gon' ride it for me
If she ever show me secrets, that's for me and God to read
Look me in my eyes, you see a star in a demon
Don't panic, don't panic
Don't panic, don't panic
I'm off the lean and I got shawty off the xanax
I think I met her at the bank shawty scamming
I was knowin' how they all pay attention
You left me scarred, I wish I could hold your hand
When you go shoppin', you hear my music playin' every store
When you start ridin', you hear my music on the radio
I got you up late, you can't sleep
It's hard to get away from me
Things I didn't wanna do, I did it out the love for you
I did you so much that I know you probably fuck my mud, brother
If you were open wounds, I know you probably fuck my blood, brother
I probably still like candles and have roses in the tub for you
I still drop money on the floor for you
Girl, what kinda hold you got on me
I was talkin' bout Lil' Joe, now this a love song
I was just talkin' bout graveyards and cuffs on
Take all they diamonds, I give a fuck bout this jewelry
Spent four racks on some Cartiers my vision still blurry
When it smoke, this shit like cancer, it's so hard for them to cure
They never knew when they was born, they live they life in a yard
I get in vampire mode, I got sight in the dark
I was locked behind doors that I couldn't unlock
I know she hate the way I'm livin', but she won't leave cause I'm raw
Keep that fake shit from around me, I don't wanna be involved
I come from the environment, you die, or make it out
I don't know who niggas know, stay away from unknown crowd
When they go, I got a joke, so mama hold my niggas down
We ain't boxin' no more, niggas loadin' up them rounds
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Writer(s): Flt Kay
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