Fake friends

Tryna chase the money yeah I’m tryna chase the bag, missing all my friends that I never really had, they was all fake and they stabbed me in the back, I’ve been feeling stuck yeah I’m living in the past. Living in the past never take it back, stab me in the back leave me on the tracks, yeah I’ve been feeling better you can kiss my ass, I love my family like I love my hoes, one of my bro’s done broke one tho, so tomorrow ima beat his fucking ass show him not to mess with my family again. I done said it a over it’s already up, I guess yo bitch ass done ran out of some luck, cause I’m finna show you what a real man is, you’ll learn not to mess with my family again. Never again maybe just not at all, cause I’m gone shove you bitch ass up on a wall, turn you upside down and hang you by your ankles, cut them bitches off and shove in your face looks like your blood spraying all over the place.