, fuck a friend, where they at when you need a hand?
, fuck a friend, where they at when you need a hand? Clock tickin', life hittin', but they ghost like they got plans. Said "ride or die," but they switch when the tires pop, Left me in the trenches, whole squad turned to props. I was down bad, pockets flatter than a flatline, Texted the crew – read receipts, but no replies, no lifeline. "Bro, I got you" – that's cap, straight fiction, When the rent due and the lights flickin', they dip quick, no conviction. Fuck a friend who only show when the bottle poppin', Club lights flashin', but vanish when the drama knockin'. Need a hand to pull me up? Nah, they palms stay closed, Fake love in the DMs, real ones? Overdosed. I learned the hard way, loyalty ain't a two-way street, They smile in your face, but behind your back they creep. Where they at when the wolves circle and the bills stack? Fuck a friend – real talk, I ride solo, no lookin' back. Built different, self-made, hand on my own damn back, Turned pain to propane, now I'm flamin' up the track. So miss me with that "we family" bullshit, When shit hit the fan, y'all scattered like roaches – that's it. Fuck a friend... where they at? Exactly – nowhere. Lesson learned: bet on self, or prepare for the snare.I was down in the gutter, tears mixed with rain on the concrete, Texted the gang: "Pull up fam" – crickets, silence on repeat. They postin' "loyalty over everything" with filters and cap, But when my world cave in, ain't one hand extended, that's a wrap. Leave you fightin' demons solo while they chasin' trends. I flipped the script, turned my back on the backstabbers crew, Now I'm solo dolo, buildin' empires, watch the whole view. No more handouts beggin', I grab life by the throat, leave the fake ones in the park. Where they at? Still hidin', still lyin', still frontin' like they solid, But real recognize real Fuck a friend... where they at when the pressure drop? Nowhere, that's the plot. Self-made savage, hand to my own chest, never stop. Ride for self or get left – that's the only law I adopt.
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, fuck a friend, where they at when you need a hand? Clock tickin', life hittin', but they ghost like they got plans. Said "ride or die," but they switch when the tires pop, Left me in the trenches, whole squad turned to props. I was down bad, pockets flatter than a flatline, Texted the crew – read receipts, but no replies, no lifeline. "Bro, I got you" – that's cap, straight fiction, When the rent due and the lights flickin', they dip quick, no conviction. Fuck a friend who only show when the bottle poppin', Club lights flashin', but vanish when the drama knockin'. Need a hand to pull me up? Nah, they palms stay closed, Fake love in the DMs, real ones? Overdosed. I learned the hard way, loyalty ain't a two-way street, They smile in your face, but behind your back they creep. Where they at when the wolves circle and the bills stack? Fuck a friend – real talk, I ride solo, no lookin' back. Built different, self-made, hand on my own damn back, Turned pain to propane, now I'm flamin' up the track. So miss me with that "we family" bullshit, When shit hit the fan, y'all scattered like roaches – that's it. Fuck a friend... where they at? Exactly – nowhere. Lesson learned: bet on self, or prepare for the snare.I was down in the gutter, tears mixed with rain on the concrete, Texted the gang: "Pull up fam" – crickets, silence on repeat. They postin' "loyalty over everything" with filters and cap, But when my world cave in, ain't one hand extended, that's a wrap. Leave you fightin' demons solo while they chasin' trends. I flipped the script, turned my back on the backstabbers crew, Now I'm solo dolo, buildin' empires, watch the whole view. No more handouts beggin', I grab life by the throat, leave the fake ones in the park. Where they at? Still hidin', still lyin', still frontin' like they solid, But real recognize real Fuck a friend... where they at when the pressure drop? Nowhere, that's the plot. Self-made savage, hand to my own chest, never stop. Ride for self or get left – that's the only law I adopt.