FAKE FRIENDS

[Verse]
Who can I trust in two thousand eighteen
No-one not even me
Save me from my friends
I can handle on my enemies
Hear em bitchin 
still we never listen
People gossiping and snitchin
Poke em once i pop their ego it bleeds
Life been green overseas
Pussy, power, and dreams
Took a hit and got addicted
You can call me a fiend
Hit and quit her so she
Bitter talkin shit
Take my name out your mouth
Bitch this ain't my dick, (sick)
Crazy timing my ex just sent me a SMS
I love her still but i'm too focused on what’s coming next
The world’s confidence with not enough to show for it
Young as fuck but lately youth been feeling so foreign
“He got a chip on his shoulder, its like a brick or a boulder.”
You’ll understand when you're older
Bitches Passive aggressive
Grown men i know PMSing
I don't take people's shit
my fault i let people in
Divide and conquer
I was thinking multiply to win, 
but then again
Sometimes you just gotta remind em
 who they fuckin with

[Chorus]
Being straight forward only bent you outta shape, that's a shame
Living out my darker colors no i ain't a saint, who to blame?
On god I’ll mark you dead to me, its not a sight you meant to see
Bringing out the yellow tape and now we taking aim

[Verse]
The Greed, Envy and jealousy sounding rotten foul
Quick to show me your teeth again I can spot it now
Spoiled lil boy like my forgotten child..
Brought you up, I shoulda shot you down
Got a handful that I would rather do
Then kick it with your crew
Listen to them shit talkin you, it's true
Throwing shade but the truth gon Pain you
Bigger city, bigger things still the same you
Snaking round, talking venomous now
Slytherin out they mouth
All the lies they whispering how
It still don’t hit quite like the truth
I cut through the bullshit
You just stuck being you
And if I left a bad taste in your mouth
No need to swallow when I see you just spit it out
Fake friends
Lemon sour like a glass of gin
They’ll love you when you win until you passing them

[Chorus]
Being straight forward only bent you outta shape, that's a shame
Living out my darker colors no i ain't a saint, who to blame?
On god I’ll mark em dead to me, its not a sight you meant to see
Bringing out the yellow tape and now we taking aim