Frienemies

[Intro]
Don’t forget about the DJ
We can’t forget about the DJ
We can’t forget about the DJ Uhh
It’s official, yeah, say “real Hip Hop” say “real Hip Hop”

[Verse 1: Stephen]
I can remember back in Temecula, before I called her secular
I met her but I wasn’t reppin’ her, I wasn’t fresh enough
So I’m tryin’ to step it up, learned a couple lessons from
The television I was sweatin’ her tryin’ to get next to her
She was young then, from the hood and I wasn’t
Stuff she said had me buggin’, silent in the discussions
‘Cause I didn’t know nothing and wasn’t the type frontin’
And I was ignorant of this life to which she was accustomed
She was in the city, I was in the burbs
Heard about her in the 80’s never seen her in her turf
Never thought she would betray me let her teach me and learned
That her life was really crazy she just wanted to be heard
And I wanted to be heard too, she gave me identity
Was still Cali, but I dress and speak like I’m in the East
Years later that’s where the Lord would be sending me
He used her providentially but still I sense the beef

[Hook]
I been addicted
I admit that you were all that I could see
I'm alright (oh-oh) I'm alright (oh-oh)
We used to be best friends
But best friends sometimes turn to enemies
I'm alright (oh-oh) I'm alright (oh-oh)

[Verse 2: JGivens]
She just turned 40 again stressing Maury and them
Talkin' 'bout how she 400 million, 40 percent
More positive than optimistically adding protons
Jewel box of compliments all in hydrogen (what?)
That's how she positive that at least one of these prophets
Could father the offspring she offered
[?]
Making additions to the living of knowledge
Single mama involved with polar paternal problems
No wonder she hollering when
That envelope proclamation is documented with dot dot dot, not the father
Not the creator, your son is born of neither the Alpha nor the Omega
Inglorious son of Satan
But if faith had twins, she probably had two Pacs
Two Brendas, two infants, two ladies, two walks
One in the trash, 22 two's, one coming too
Love her to dad, wanted the juice, now come get her back

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tragic Hero]
She motivated me to get money fame recognition
Listen I reminisce on her kisses
She was selling me colts[?] about selling me dope
And how I needed to read her mind but murder she wrote
Another victim of her narrative, hell hearing I inherited
By the barrel at the bottom of the pyramid
I know it images on the videos it showing
You would do anything to entertain me for the moment
Shes like "Hey little buddy put your faith on freeze"
So you better hold on tight like snakes on trees
Took advantage that I was young living in the ghetto
Heard that you could be real when you listen to Geppetto
I'm addicted the weight on me momentarily lifted
The way you made me feel is a band-aid peeling back on my mischief
Some days are better but some days are worse
I put some ink on my feather but we make it work

[Hook x2]

Intro: Don’t forget about the DJ/ We can’t forget about the DJ/ x2

[Outro]
I love her then I hate her, in ways she makes me greater
But strays from the Creator
We’re back and forth like a DJ with the fader
Tell her she could do better, but she tells me I’m a hater
She’s my big sister, I would never date her
Or maybe a baby sitter, in ways I’d emulate her
She’s the miseducated miseducator
It’s hard to blame her, but still I love her then I hate her