Fake Friends

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I know the love fake, but still convince myself it's real
I just told brodie [?] and we back in the field
Brodie ain't down for no reason, this shit do or kill
He try to snake behind my back, but he died on the drill
Don't need no feels, [?] my mind and tell ya how I feel
Can't open up to my bitch, I'm scared to tell her how I feel
She know this shit is real, she know when shit get real
Too many blood and tears, too many shedded tears, too many shedded tears
Way too much blood and tears, oh yeah (Ayy)
Gotta watch my back for all my fake friends (Yeah)
This [?] leather came with snake skin
Pretty close I [?] don't let them snakes in
Fuck what they sayin', fuck all fake friends, oh yeah

[Hook]
Price on your head and I slide for you
How you want me dead when I'd die for you?
You [?] my brother, but I'd cry for you
You went to war with all them niggas
[?] want my smoke, but I'd still ride for you
And deep down I know you ain't never do the same for me (Ayy)
It's makin' mixed sense
Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends
Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends
It can make sense, it can make sense

[Verse 2]
Ayy, late night ride into the hood, gotta keep the thing tucked (Okay)
Niggas know how to play with us 'cause we [?] dangerous (Okay)
Just for the sake of the money, the fame, the love is all I wanted
Ayy, brodie pull up in a [?] tryna go—, tryna go [?]
Brodie said, "Fuck them niggas" and stood on his word, lil' brodie ain't sparin' nothin'
I was [?] broski [?], sayin', "Fuck it, I'm stayin' here all summer"
I was all ears when the beef got real and the block got hot, had to move my momma (Phew)
[?] perkys too bad [?] my grandma
I was heartbroke down bad and [?] like it was just me and [?]
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Do you remember? Oh girl, I remember (Yeah)
[?] like last December, it was the coldest winter, oh, I remember, oh

[Hook]
Price on your head and I slide for you
How you want me dead when I'd die for you?
You [?] my brother, but I'd cry for you
You went to war with all them niggas
[?] want my smoke, but I'd still ride for you
And deep down I know you ain't never do the same for me (Ayy)
It's makin' mixed sense
Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends
Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends
It can make sense, it can make sense