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D-Block, uh, So Raspy, Ice Pick forever (Holla), I'm ready Prolly got animals but you don't tame 'em (nah) When you ride with ya dogs you gotta train 'em (mmm) Cause if it get outta hand you can't restrain 'em Niggas will do dumb shit thinkin that you gon' save 'em Now they think you betrayed 'em (facts) When that bag on the line you gotta play Chess Doin niggas dirty for nothin, how you gon' stay fresh? Heard they pray on my downfall, but I'ma stay blessed Now it's quiet for them, like they takin a state test Don't play in my life go play cee-lo That thing gon' stutta like dutta man, don't play nino Niggas runnin around like goons thinkin that we know 'Til I get 'em clapped on Friday for playin deebo! Cut class but after school wasn't mackin When niggas was in after-school I was trappin (yup) When you see frauds act a fool, they just actin (yup) Nah we don't scrap with dudes, we just clap 'em (boom) Niggas hate me cause I floss too much (yup) But they didn't hate me when it used to cost too much (whoo) That's why I keep a small circle, people cross too much Yeah, they was winnin but they lost their touch I'm nino man The state, the voice is clearly how most remembered me I'm deep like them Instagram posts from emory Blood make you related but I go off energy Back and fourth with Nino, to show off chemistry Grown man, I don't bust out my watches I wear classic pieces, nothin obnoxious (classic) Long as the streets need this, nothin can stop this Goggles over the skully with the gucci golashes More meaning than grammy's, no oscars Calamari and salmon, no lobsters Know the big homies, I know mobsters That cooked up families and hold them hostage Sign the hitlist? Just mind ya business Cause you know they can't wait to line the witness The clock might stop but the time is endless They want us to lose but we designed to win this Not enough bitches and too many bitch niggas That's why you gotta leave 'em in a hole, ditch niggas Too many fake Rico and Mitch niggas The shoes is your size, they don't fit niggas (they don't fit) With my own eyes I seen it (I seen it) Never call a nigga ya friend if you don't mean it Nah, with my own eyes I seen it Never call a nigga ya friend if you don't mean it, what? I don't do that friend shit, I do fam Niggas'll go half with you tryin to clip the grands Niggas'll see the blueprint, try and switch the plans Niggas are addin they two cents ain't shit to scan Trust is somethin you earn A pussy nigga raw, and his got somethin to burn Yeah the code of the street, well that's somethin you learn As a youth, like you can't go to jail if they don't got proof Moët on the roof, marijuana in the lobby That's your friend but you can't trust him to catch a body But you in the Benz cause you got similar hobbies Like similar hoes, like similar parties That buddy buddy shit'll get you merk in the place Monkey see monkey do don't work with the apes It's a jungle out here, don't work with the Jakes Either you get the long things or work with the eights These niggas is too soft, these rappers is too friendly The old me, I would've smack 'em with two Hennys But now I'm bein positive The cognitive skills just seems anonymous, and I'm anonymous But not behind the keyboard Violate my homie and get a key loid, now that's a friendship (friendship) If we ain't blood, but this is kinship Violate one of my niggas and I'ma end shit Friends, how many of us have'em Friends, ones we can depend on Friends, how many of us have'em Friends, before we go any further Lets be friends (friends, friends, friends)
Writer(s): Jaakko Manninen, Justin Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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