[Verse 1: Rittz]
I look around my circle of friends that got smaller
All the contempt they had balled up — in 'em eventually gets brought up
Bitching at me like I intended to just dog em
Look at my phone and notice I got a missed call from
One of my homies and next my text starts blowing up
There's a homie I knew growing up
A close friend but his text suggests that we ain't close enough
I started reading and lost my buzz
I was at a loss for words
A bunch of paragraphs telling me he salty
I never call him and cut him off like loss of love
That couldn't be more false, but it's always my fault
They drunk and mad at life, and on to vent at a scapegoat
Knew that they preventin' their true feelings
They got on about the money, they just wanna run around and tug at my raincoat
But they ain't really mad 'cause I don't call no more
They just jealous of the squad on tour
But all them dudes work hard, and I offered you a job before
But you expect to do nothing and get a dollar for it
Man I wish I had a dollar for the friends that I seen walkin' towards the same revolvin' door
Sayin' "Fuck me" with their middle fingers up
I used to forgive 'em but I'm no longer feelin' sorry for 'em
Homie, no wonder why they call you a - bitch
How the fuck a grown man gonna text
Another man, trippin', makin' threats
That he'd take his own life, blamin' him for his debts 'cause the steps he took
But all wrong should've said that all long
My little homie told me I was dead to him
Guess he went from bein' drunk to soberin' up, 'cause when I told him off to check his chin he try to say it's
I look around my circle of friends that got smaller
All the contempt they had balled up — in 'em eventually gets brought up
Bitching at me like I intended to just dog em
Look at my phone and notice I got a missed call from
One of my homies and next my text starts blowing up
There's a homie I knew growing up
A close friend but his text suggests that we ain't close enough
I started reading and lost my buzz
I was at a loss for words
A bunch of paragraphs telling me he salty
I never call him and cut him off like loss of love
That couldn't be more false, but it's always my fault
They drunk and mad at life, and on to vent at a scapegoat
Knew that they preventin' their true feelings
They got on about the money, they just wanna run around and tug at my raincoat
But they ain't really mad 'cause I don't call no more
They just jealous of the squad on tour
But all them dudes work hard, and I offered you a job before
But you expect to do nothing and get a dollar for it
Man I wish I had a dollar for the friends that I seen walkin' towards the same revolvin' door
Sayin' "Fuck me" with their middle fingers up
I used to forgive 'em but I'm no longer feelin' sorry for 'em
Homie, no wonder why they call you a - bitch
How the fuck a grown man gonna text
Another man, trippin', makin' threats
That he'd take his own life, blamin' him for his debts 'cause the steps he took
But all wrong should've said that all long
My little homie told me I was dead to him
Guess he went from bein' drunk to soberin' up, 'cause when I told him off to check his chin he try to say it's
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