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[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I learned people walk in and out our life every day, that's from the start
But real friends gon' leave footprints on your heart
You believed when I ain't get no looks and shit was dark
I know you proud to see where I took shit with the art
You always said, "Watch the company you keep"
They can help put your shit together or pull your shit apart
I had to cut off some homies on my feed
I should've listened, I'd have seen all the bullshit from the start
You was always there when I needed you most
Always on my side when I needed you close
I would call you and let you hear everything that I wrote
You always seen me as the GOAT
You was the best thing that happened to me
Your nosy ass knew everything that happened with me
I mean, we supposed to be in matchin' Bentleys, sippin' [?], laughin' with me
Ran in your house with the stick I just had to empty
You hid the blick for me, I mean you did a lot of shit for me
In your mom's house, you made a brick for me
High school days, you would beat up a bitch for me
You ain't with me, it got me sick, shorty, for real
[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I learned people walk in and out our life every day, that's from the start
But real friends gon' leave footprints on your heart
You believed when I ain't get no looks and shit was dark
I know you proud to see where I took shit with the art
You always said, "Watch the company you keep"
They can help put your shit together or pull your shit apart
I had to cut off some homies on my feed
I should've listened, I'd have seen all the bullshit from the start
You was always there when I needed you most
Always on my side when I needed you close
I would call you and let you hear everything that I wrote
You always seen me as the GOAT
You was the best thing that happened to me
Your nosy ass knew everything that happened with me
I mean, we supposed to be in matchin' Bentleys, sippin' [?], laughin' with me
Ran in your house with the stick I just had to empty
You hid the blick for me, I mean you did a lot of shit for me
In your mom's house, you made a brick for me
High school days, you would beat up a bitch for me
You ain't with me, it got me sick, shorty, for real
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