fake friends
Fake Friends No Ends --- Fuck you, You a fake little bitch, Smilin’ in my face, While you plot and you switch. Yo, I’m a real OG, You just a wannabe, Talkin’ big game, But you ain't got the G. See me rise, you fall, Bitch, I'm ready to brawl, Got my girls on the line, And we takin' it all. You act like a friend, But I know you pretend, Smilin’ in the front, But you snitchin’ again. Catch you in the dark, Where the shadows creep, Real ones by my side, While you countin' sheep. Girl, I’m spittin’ fire, No time for your lies, See the truth in my eyes, While you watchin' me rise. You say you down for the ride, But you just a tide, Washin’ away quick, Yeah, I know how you slide. Bitch, you fake as fuck, I’m done with your luck, I’ll be countin' my stacks, While you drown in your muck. So step back, girl, You ain’t in my world, Got the heart of a lion, Watch my rhymes get twirled. Channel that NYC grit, I’m the king of this bit, You was frontin' on the gram, Now you throwin’ a fit. Hands up, who’s real? I’m here to reveal, Fake friends come and go, But my crew's the deal. --- Fake friends in my rearview, Shout out to my crew, OGs hold it down, While I break right through. This is how we roll, In the concrete jungle, Watch me take the throne, While you sit there and stumble. Fuck you, fake love, I’m done with the lies, Real recognize real, And I’m cuttin' all ties. --- **Fake Friends, No Ends** Stay strapped with the truth, Ain’t no game that you play, You can miss me with that shit, Now I’m paving my way.
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Fake Friends No Ends --- Fuck you, You a fake little bitch, Smilin’ in my face, While you plot and you switch. Yo, I’m a real OG, You just a wannabe, Talkin’ big game, But you ain't got the G. See me rise, you fall, Bitch, I'm ready to brawl, Got my girls on the line, And we takin' it all. You act like a friend, But I know you pretend, Smilin’ in the front, But you snitchin’ again. Catch you in the dark, Where the shadows creep, Real ones by my side, While you countin' sheep. Girl, I’m spittin’ fire, No time for your lies, See the truth in my eyes, While you watchin' me rise. You say you down for the ride, But you just a tide, Washin’ away quick, Yeah, I know how you slide. Bitch, you fake as fuck, I’m done with your luck, I’ll be countin' my stacks, While you drown in your muck. So step back, girl, You ain’t in my world, Got the heart of a lion, Watch my rhymes get twirled. Channel that NYC grit, I’m the king of this bit, You was frontin' on the gram, Now you throwin’ a fit. Hands up, who’s real? I’m here to reveal, Fake friends come and go, But my crew's the deal. --- Fake friends in my rearview, Shout out to my crew, OGs hold it down, While I break right through. This is how we roll, In the concrete jungle, Watch me take the throne, While you sit there and stumble. Fuck you, fake love, I’m done with the lies, Real recognize real, And I’m cuttin' all ties. --- **Fake Friends, No Ends** Stay strapped with the truth, Ain’t no game that you play, You can miss me with that shit, Now I’m paving my way.
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