A1 Day1 (Ride Or Die)

Hey it’s ya boy. JayyyB uh ya listen Fake friends fuck em Get you A1 Day1 One day they’re cool, next day they switch like a light, Fickle friends fade, man, it’s a pitiful sight, Crowds ain’t the vibe, it’s a superficial fight, Chasin’ clout, but I’m just chasin’ what’s right. A1 Day1, ride or die in the backseat, Got my two through the bull, that’s the real heartbeat, No fake smiles, just a circle that’s concrete, Real ones lift you up, while the fakes feel defeat. Trust is a treasure, don’t gamble with the odds, Keep it tight-knit, I’m just dodging all the frauds, Loyalty’s a code, not just words in the fog, When the smoke clears, you’ll So I’m cutting ties, no time for the weak link, Elevate the grind, while they drown in the drink, Stayin’ true to my crew, we’re the ink in the brink, Ridin’ through the storm, never fold, never shrink. One day they’re friends next day they are not. Having a large crowds of friends ain’t that hot. Get a A1 Day1. A ride or die that 100 got your back. Don’t hang with no one who ain’t gon help pick up the slack. Get you a best friend. One who ride with til the end. I ain’t got many friends, I charged them with treason. Don’t come with no funky bitches. They ain’t in season.