Friends & Foes

Zaytoven Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we weren't really bros We was tryna impress them hoes, kept us on our toes I had 25 in high school, like I'm Derrick Rose I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul Hat always cocked back to the left 'cause I grew up with the moes And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the fours I had some shootouts with my bro 'n' 'em, I had to give it and go Shit got hot, we starstruck most of 'em Still got one of the old ones though Might hang that bitch in a frame for show That's the one that my big bro used to do We ain't learn how to blow on no range, no Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door Might could've blew out my brains, though Niggas mustn't got no aim no more Niggas left me in the rain some more I found some gold in the rainbow though They say I got money and changed the most Please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though Still I walk up on a stranger, though Gangster shit run in my veins for sure I wanna change 'em, though Know how to channel my anger, though Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, no Where his hood at? We gon' name him, though Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so? None of my killers want payment, though Oh, we ain't 'posed to be bangin', no Me and my niggas, we hangin', though Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' dope This pistol don't ever stop rangin', though Ayy, I don't panic Whips be panoramic I was sellin' dope at my granny's Xanny's, yeah, I need a Grammy, oh Need another big ass mansion, uh Big yard, big ass hammock, uh Wrist all wet, Atlantic Bitch, it's big bucks, no whammies My bitch need attention, she bad as fuck And she got lips like Angela You know a young nigga done ran it up Damn, I could buy her a phantom, huh? Where that come from? That was random, huh? Die for respect, I demand it I was very broke, now I'm rich, can't stand it Tell me why niggas hate Randy G Herbo, fuck niggas can't stand me, huh Worth a couple mil', I'm branded, uh Special nigga 'cause I'm left handed, huh Niggas namin' shit, I had it I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it I helped niggas out when I should've bought a Patek They sneak diss a lot, but they don't want no static You savages should be no rumor, you ratted I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it At G Fazo house, me and fair in the attic Kay Fazo was here, used to sit and imagine Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin' Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin' shit Opps, we embarrass 'em, ayy We ain't gon' hop out no caravan, ayy Foenem might fire up yo' cameraman, ayy Real street niggas I represent Long live Bapo and Hellabands Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here Who the fuck let all these rappers in? We ain't with none of that chitchat, uh-uh You ain't never hear no click-clack Shawty 'n' 'em ready to kidnap somethin' Send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em Push a nigga shit back some Homie 'n' 'em might want some get-back for 'em We finna slide tonight Heard his homie 'n' 'em tryna have a kickback for 'em Broskie the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some Just havin' fun, that's the type of shit I did, I was young I shed a tear for my young, nigga, I kill for my son And before I met him, I was numb Let a nigga feel my drum A lot of niggas think I'm dumb I'ma just let 'em think what they want They probably think I'm a punk Niggas probably really think I ain't gon' dump I'm the type to let 'em front Leave a nigga ass all in a nameless slump After I feed a nigga hollow tips, I need a blunt Sick and tired of smokin' all this gelato, shit, I need some Runtz Finna get another 150 charm real quick, I need a fun 40 thousand go out every first of the month Just for livin', always been that nigga, so you never could front Just be consistent Pulled up on flexin' shit, like, "Yeah, bitch, we did it" Out of these digits Naw, not that, that's just a lil' million Uh, uh