| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| They said I would never get this far
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| Think that we don’t see who you are, are, are
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| Laughing to the bank, like ha, ha, ha
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| That’s it, I’m just talking too much, blah, blah, blah (Shut the fuck up)
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| So, where did y’all go
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| When I was shit broke, couldn’t even buy smokes
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| Now your mama needs tickets to my stadium show
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| She love it when she hear me on the radio, oh
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| I know it’s hard to swallow your pride
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| Sorry that you can’t get over me
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| Now you’re out my life, I’m so relieved, I
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me
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| Money tend to show all their tendencies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| Sometimes, every time they let me down
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| Sometimes, every time they let me down
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| Close to my enemies (Let's go)
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| I need better energy (Huh)
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| When I told you, «Fuck you», you thought I was playin', huh? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| But I meant that shit literally
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| She wanted to vibe, but I told her fuck that (Nope)
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| She looked at me like she surprised
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| The pack in the post and I’m home alone,
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| When the box hit the door, they go for 35
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| I try to put on for my partners they turn into enemies right before a nigga eye
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| You reach for a shake, I’ma hold out a fist, give a nigga a quarter pound
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| without the fries
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| I just went double platinum with no features just to show a nigga I don’t
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| really need him
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| Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake, it’s guaranteed to fold and bite
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| the hand that feed him
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| And I know you think that I ain’t see it
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| And I know you bitch ain’t got a car, don’t make me go and buy a bitch a little
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| Prius
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| Fuck her on the camera, we can call it even
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| Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin'
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| And I’ma rake 'em in a pile, throw 'em in a bag
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| Tie them bitches up and leave 'em
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| 'Cause most of these niggas are decievin'
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| And I
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me
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| Money tend to show all their tendencies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| Sometimes, every time they let me down
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| Sometimes, every time they let me down
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| It’s too late to turn this shit around
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| Only held me down when you wanted me to drown
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| It’s too late to turn this shit around
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| So don’t try and tell me that you’re happy for me now
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me
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| Money tend to show all they tendencies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| Sometimes, every time they let me down
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| Sometimes, every time they let me down
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| Used to have friends, now I got enemies
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| Enemies, yeah, so sad
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| Ooh
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late |