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Yungen

Friends

 

Friends

(album: Project Black & Red - 2014)


[Hook Konan:]
Lord can you save me from my friends
I can deal with my enemies
When I'm doing well, when they need something
The only time they remember me
And I know that ain't how it's meant to be
So tell 'em don't mention me
I kept it real from the start from your friends in the park they ain't never had to question me

[Yungen:]
I'm like fuck all of that call shit
Where the man that I ain't cool with?
Stab wounds in my back from even people I went school with
They rather see you fall than ball, I'm lucky I'm the [?] here
(Yeah, we could've balled together)
You mess with pagans, you're a pagan
I told man straight blatant
I got a heart of gold, money will turn your friends Satan
I don't turn up to no birthdays, I ain't in these pictures raving
I'm out here dream chasing while these clowns are looking [?]
Talking about how I'm back, thinking them hoes ain't running back
All that pillow talking, you forget to cover tracks
I'm fucking why you talking, I'm like fuck you why you talkin'?
All the fakes smiles and shit is getting boring
Heartbroken and disappointing when you think they're one of yours
And how do I stay grounded when they're praying on my floors
(How?)
So I is 'bout to chip, changing all the time
Cause I'd rather lose a friend than have a pagan on my line

[Hook]

[DVS:]
From the fist fight days when I never had a weapon
I am loyal to my niggas, they ain't never had to question
But shit be looking different now I'm looking from the top
Lord protect me from my friends, I can take care of the ops
Keep it real, if they fake don't feel me
I gotta kill the hate, all the hate gon' kill me
These niggas keep talking, I keep on getting richer
I see my enemies and they wanna take a picture
They say that I should tweet more, man I'm like fuck 'em
36 floors, sucked off by the suckers
You're hollering at my old girl, I don't even want 'em
I'm in the penthouse, something brown [?] and foreign
They don't know about these long days
They don't know about these hard nights
They don't know about these long fights
Wrong, rights and hard life
Tryna see a change, but all I see is killers
Protect me from friends, cause I know they the releast

[Hook x2]

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