| Lord can you save me from my friends
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| I can deal with my enemies
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| When I’m doing well, when they need something
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| The only time they remember me
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| And I know that ain’t how it’s meant to be
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| So tell 'em don’t mention me
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| I kept it real from the start from your friends in the park they ain’t never
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| had to question me
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| I’m like fuck all of that call shit
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| Where the man that I ain’t cool with?
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| Stab wounds in my back from even people I went school with
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| They rather see you fall than ball, I’m lucky I’m the here
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| (Yeah, we could’ve balled together)
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| You mess with pagans, you’re a pagan
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| I told man straight blatant
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| I got a heart of gold, money will turn your friends Satan
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| I don’t turn up to no birthdays, I ain’t in these pictures ravin'
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| I’m out here dream chasing while these clowns are looking
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| Talking about how I’m back, thinkin' them hoes ain’t runnin' back
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| All that pillow talkin', you forget to cover tracks
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| I’m fuckin' why you talkin', I’m like fuck you why you talkin'?
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| All the fakes smiles and shit is gettin' boring
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| Heartbroken and disappointing when you think they’re one of yours
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| And how do I stay grounded when they’re praying on my floors
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| (How?)
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| So I is 'bout to chip, changing all the time
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| Cause I’d rather lose a friend than have a pagan on my line
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| From the fist fight days when I never had a weapon
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| I am loyal to my niggas, they ain’t never had to question
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| But shit be lookin' different now I’m lookin' from the top
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| Lord protect me from my friends, I can take care of the ops
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| Keep it real, if they fake don’t feel me
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| I gotta kill the hate, all the hate gon' kill me
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| These niggas keep talkin', I keep on getting richer
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| I see my enemies and they wanna take a picture
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| They say that I should tweet more, man I’m like fuck 'em
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| 36 floors, sucked off by the suckers
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| You’re hollering at my old girl, I don’t even want 'em
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| I’m in the penthouse, something brown and foreign
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| They don’t know about these long days
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| They don’t know about these hard nights
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| They don’t know about these long fights
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| Wrong, rights and hard life
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| Tryna see a change, but all I see is killers
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| Protect me from friends, cause I know they the releast |