| I don’t need new friends
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| But they always seem to pop up
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| I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
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| No sleep in my bed
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| All my friends are dead or locked up
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| I don’t need new friends
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| But they always seem to pop up
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| Fuck these hoes, just get your bands
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| They don’t wanna see you win
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| It get rough around my ends
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| They want you dead or in the Pen
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| I hold the tooly for my mans
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| Can’t get caught with it again
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| I know he want his revenge
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| But I don’t wanna lose more friends
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| It get cold up in the streets
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| I won’t tell yo ass again
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| You won’t take one on the chin
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| They throwing shots right at ya brim
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| Dolla sign, Dolla sign
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| You won’t make it on this side
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| Pray you make it out alive
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| I know so many niggas tried
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| See the city tryna charge us
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| Gotta keep ya guards up
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| Can’t afford no haircuts
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| Granny smokin' hard stuff
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| Lately I been stressed out
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| Labels ain’t no damn help
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| Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
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| And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
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| But they play wit police
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| They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
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| Pockets on Monique
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| Had no choice but get my bands up
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| You still worried 'bout followers and tryna get ya friends up
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| I don’t need new friends
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| But they always seem to pop up
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| I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
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| No sleep in my bed
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| All my friends are dead or locked up
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| I don’t need new friends
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| But they always seem to pop up
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| Every time I cop some ice
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| My old hoes seem to pop up
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| She say she don’t do drugs
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| Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
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| Shocker
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| I just think she like that I’m a pop star
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| I just think she like that I’m a rock star
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| Rock her
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| Out like my guitar
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| Wow
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| She 18 but her dad took her car
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| Wow
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| I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
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| Right now
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| When I see that hoe
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| I say she better wipe me down
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| These niggas ain’t my friends
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| I’m up here on a cloud
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| YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
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| Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
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| Somebody get they child
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| I took my bitch to Chow’s
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| Put my wrist on WOW
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| Hey! |