| Yeah
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| They take, take, take, but they never give back
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| Two faced, fake’s stay hidden by the mask
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| They smile to your face and now you’re steak of the stash
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| Place your fingers near my plate
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| Prepare to get them stabbed with a fork
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| Never break bread with my enemy
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| And secondly it stinks of bullshit when you talk
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| Shove the cork in, be quiet and keep walking
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| The fact is, you chat shit and do jack shit
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| With your hands out begging for a portion
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| Of my percentage, you pushed the boundaries of friendship
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| Jealousy and envy will end it all
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| You’re heading for a fall
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| Getting through to you, is like tryna have a conversation with a brick wall
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| You desperately long for supremacy
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| But have the tendency to fuck it up tremendously
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| Hidden by your fake identity
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| Be real
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| I see you talking out your mouth
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| (I see you talking out your mouth)
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| But I can’t hear a sound
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| Said you lose so many friends
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| (Said you lose so many friends)
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| They’ll never come back around
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| They smile when you mourn, then they swarm when you’re earning
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| Fake friends make ends meet when they’re lurking, around your possessions
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| Plainfaced; |
| blatant
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| Wait for confessions, I speak like their father
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| Teach 'em some lessons, the same old palava
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| Real-life drama, you’re stuck in a jam
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| Whatever you chose to do never goes to plan
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| A thief who thieves from their own, that’s no sort of man
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| You should have listened to your first inkling
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| Cause I chop fingers clean off if they’re half-inching
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| Pinching my tat? |
| You better put it back
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| Take off that hood and cap
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| Fuck your hollow lives just apologise, act like you mean it
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| Or burn like a phoenix, I mean this
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| You better not try me, you sly little slimey grass-snake
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| I see straight through you like a man with a glass face
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| I see you talking out your mouth
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| (I see you talking out your mouth)
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| But I can’t hear a sound
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| Said you lose so many friends
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| (Said you lose so many friends)
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| They’ll never come back around |