[Intro]
Why I keep losing my friends, I'll never know
I'll never know
Why I keep losing my friends, I'll never—
I'll never know
(Ooh, J Sparkz, it's the beat for me)
Was they ever really my friend?
[Verse 1]
I feel God show you a way to see who really with you
I feel bitches only come your way when it be beneficial
Thinkin' 'bout the niggas I lost 'round my way, it hurt my mental
Man, some niggas, they just need to talk, but ain't nobody to vent to
It was Willow Grove Mall, I looked at sneakers through the window
Now I'm sittin' on the jet, I'm eatin' crabs by the window
Catch myself buyin' shit I couldn't grab when I was little
Had to take a step back, remove myself from the middle
I don't really want no part to all this shit that niggas into
When I finally caught a spark, I brought that shit right back to temple
I know I'm so influential
Once you miss the game-winner, you gon' see how they bench you
See how they treat you
See how a hundred-dollar bill make 'em evil
People you had thought had had your back, they had fleed you
I'm at the crib rollin' up the pack, it's kinda peaceful
Dog, if you my brother, I'ma help you if I'm eatin'
Wish my family knew helpin' all of them ain't easy
Speak it in existence, two million up like I'm Peezy
I done came a long way, I used to pass out my CDs
I think I'm gon' Balenci my beanie, these bitches needy
I ain't forget you, Easy, I miss you, you was my folks
I'm still here holdin' it down, I'm showin' growth
The boat movin', but it's some niggas ain't on the boat
The coat Louis, all of these niggas is cutthroat
I might buy the 580 flat-out like fuck a note
I could weather any storm, I could show you all the ropes
I could coach
The G.O.A.T. has spoke
3 a.m., I'm in the stu', it's me and Juan and Loc
I'm givin' game about the game and you should write it in your notes
I endured all the pain, had to fix it, it was broke
I don't know niggas hate me or they love me, probably both
I don't know if bitches want me, tryna fuck me for some dough
I don't know about her bodies, I don't know if she a ho
I just know she hit me back when I said, "Yo, it's time to blow"
"I'm tryna blow your back out," she said, "Yo, it's time to go"
Forty stories up, out NY, me and Ro
Lookin' like a fuckin' million dollars head to toe
I ain't tryna walk into a place that I can't blow
Was niggas ever really my friend? I'll never know
Why I keep losing my friends, I'll never know
I'll never know
Why I keep losing my friends, I'll never—
I'll never know
(Ooh, J Sparkz, it's the beat for me)
Was they ever really my friend?
[Verse 1]
I feel God show you a way to see who really with you
I feel bitches only come your way when it be beneficial
Thinkin' 'bout the niggas I lost 'round my way, it hurt my mental
Man, some niggas, they just need to talk, but ain't nobody to vent to
It was Willow Grove Mall, I looked at sneakers through the window
Now I'm sittin' on the jet, I'm eatin' crabs by the window
Catch myself buyin' shit I couldn't grab when I was little
Had to take a step back, remove myself from the middle
I don't really want no part to all this shit that niggas into
When I finally caught a spark, I brought that shit right back to temple
I know I'm so influential
Once you miss the game-winner, you gon' see how they bench you
See how they treat you
See how a hundred-dollar bill make 'em evil
People you had thought had had your back, they had fleed you
I'm at the crib rollin' up the pack, it's kinda peaceful
Dog, if you my brother, I'ma help you if I'm eatin'
Wish my family knew helpin' all of them ain't easy
Speak it in existence, two million up like I'm Peezy
I done came a long way, I used to pass out my CDs
I think I'm gon' Balenci my beanie, these bitches needy
I ain't forget you, Easy, I miss you, you was my folks
I'm still here holdin' it down, I'm showin' growth
The boat movin', but it's some niggas ain't on the boat
The coat Louis, all of these niggas is cutthroat
I might buy the 580 flat-out like fuck a note
I could weather any storm, I could show you all the ropes
I could coach
The G.O.A.T. has spoke
3 a.m., I'm in the stu', it's me and Juan and Loc
I'm givin' game about the game and you should write it in your notes
I endured all the pain, had to fix it, it was broke
I don't know niggas hate me or they love me, probably both
I don't know if bitches want me, tryna fuck me for some dough
I don't know about her bodies, I don't know if she a ho
I just know she hit me back when I said, "Yo, it's time to blow"
"I'm tryna blow your back out," she said, "Yo, it's time to go"
Forty stories up, out NY, me and Ro
Lookin' like a fuckin' million dollars head to toe
I ain't tryna walk into a place that I can't blow
Was niggas ever really my friend? I'll never know
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