| Now it’s your friends you gotta worry about, to say the least
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| Cause man, they’re stickin to ya kid without the grease
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| Runnin game in the name of fame
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| Or talkin about every nice little thing for ya that they’ve done
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| And they’ve done nuttin now too late you learn
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| Cause all they wanted was uhh, somethin in return
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| That’s a flam and a scam, you can tell I ain’t gas it
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| Bite a check on my rep, and then later, try to cash it
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| But I got more bounce to the ounce, what I’m sayin
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| Seven and a half ounces, braincells, on the way in
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| Cause momma ain’t raised none, I ain’t changed none
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| I got work in my work and it stays done
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| A man twenty-three years yes I’ve grown
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| And I’ve learned that I can do bad on my own
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| I don’t need a friend cause, I’ve got a brand new car
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| All cause I’m a, hot new rap star
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| Maybe cause my bank account is so profound
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| And since you’re my friend, I gotta put you down
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| Anyway I know clout, only respects clout
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| And it’s your friends kid, you got to worry about
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| It’s your friends, oh yea your friends, YOU GOTTA WORRY ABOUT
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| A let me tell you let me tell you who your friends are
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| Your friends ride around, in your new car
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| They ask for dough when they know you just got dough
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| They call your house every minute on the hour yo
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| Talkin bout — let’s hang — you don’t wanna hang
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| You wanna go wild maybe do your own thang
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| But they get mad, and they sweat that
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| Cause what ya got man they know they can’t get that
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| And they don’t take no for an answer either
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| They wanna see you drivin round like you’re Alex Rega
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| But you can’t see, you’re not a +Taxi+
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| That bring girls around when they know you got a main G
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| Cause that’s the person that you spend time with
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| And spend the time with, it does not combine with
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| What they wanna do, and what they wanna do
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| Is hang and if you can’t somethin gotta be wrong with you
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| So tell me why a woman takes a man hand
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| And tells him things, that makes him feel grand
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| Large and (?) you’re my knight in shining armor
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| Known this woman, from a soap opera drama
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| Weak in wickedness I know how you kick it miss
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| I know you’re gonna say who’s gonna pay before he’s stickin this
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| Now you’re caught without a thought, no need to pretend
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| Who hooked you up with this girl huh, a friend
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| No one wants to be around when you’re down and out
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| Cause it’s your friends kid, you gotta worry about
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| A nevertheless I, don’t like to stress abouts I
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| Likes to take it easy, do my job, dat’s why
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| My so-called friends, I grew up with
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| Either fell off, smoked out, or just ain’t shit
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| And the rest I just don’t like
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| And if I see him again, I swear we’re gonna fight
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| But I’m a cool brother, thanks to my mother
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| And a friend, I really don’t need another
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| But I got peeps, peeps that’s true
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| And on my record — I’m singin all praises due
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| Just for givin 'em each day, I’m livin on that
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| To the babies I got to put the Positive in 'em
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| Cause I’m a loner and known to entrepeneur
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| And I’m sure you see more.
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| Whoever made up, the word friendship?
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| They need to get beat, up with a slave whip
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| Because they never knew, of what a friend would do
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| Cause when you’re down and out, they never helpin you
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| They always lead you on, and they sing a song
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| And when you need 'em somethin’s always goin wrong
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| They said I’m broke yo, I’m on welfare
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| I didn’t have dough, I couldn’t get there
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| My mom is sick, my sis is pregnant
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| My father’s drunk, my house is hectic
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| And then they flip the script and say I need a quick G
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| Or couldn’t you spare a beat? |
| C’mon, this is me
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| You know you’ll get it back, aiyyo yea that’s a fact
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| I’ve already lost a job, and plus be smokin that
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| Off with you give the dough, cause youse a true friend
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| But what ya know now if you only knew then
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| He wouldn’ta got jacked, for the big smack
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| And it’s only right, because it’s like that
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| + ad libs
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| «That's when you find out who your REAL friends are!» |