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This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love |
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It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life |
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And he got a twisted alterier motive |
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And he just wanna see you do bad |
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See a smile on your face all day |
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So he just acting like your friend when he is really your enemy |
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Or your best friend can become your enemy |
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Through the, through the the jealousy so we call those frienemies |
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Knew him since a child, played cops and robbers |
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My best partner grew up to be monsters |
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Stayed in my crib, ate out my fridge |
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We was on a grind, even wore the same clothes |
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My brother, fucked the same hoes |
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His beef was mine, even had the same foe |
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We was inseparable, joined at the hip |
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I let you get the checks, |
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I kept the joints on the hit |
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And what happened, the sneaky hating |
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Niggas in your ear and a plan deviating |
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Snakes in the grass just waiting for the moment |
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Niggaz on your team and they're really your opponent |
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Play the game and you know goes booments |
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Mama said friends come by the dozen |
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Know I'm feeling for their guns when |
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I hug em'I hate them from a close, from a distance |
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I could love em' |
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Frienemies, frienemies |
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The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most |
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Frienemies |
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You know who you kiss, you know who you lift |
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This shit is getting scary |
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Frenemies, frienemies |
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The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it |
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Frienemies |
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You can smell the danger |
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Over the money best friends become strangers |
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Bailed you out of jail, wait, let me backtrack |
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First you came home then |
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I got your ass a deal |
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Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill |
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Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills |
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Money got low, you started acting ill |
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You grew desperation, once again you got nailed |
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Someone got killed, conspiracy |
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And even still |
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I bailed you out of jail |
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Without me you would be facing in a pale |
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But who knew dis, you would be |
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JudasBut in the process flew you in the world |
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Put diamonds on your neck like you was my little girl |
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Put money in your pocket like you was my son |
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SuFood in your stomach like you was my son |
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PoohThe streets talk, heard you partnered |
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TruNow you talkin' shit like you really wanna do it |
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A will-wack the type that deceive you |
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Your mama should have told you never bite the hand that feed you |
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Caught me off guard, |
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I met you through my man |
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I let my guards down and accepted you as fam |
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Told you get a chair, let you eat at the table |
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Never thought that he would be ungrateful |
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But guess what, |
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I own the pub and the label |
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So if a nigga feeling itchy, |
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I got killers on the paper |
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Frienemies, frienemies |
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The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most |
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Frienemies |
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You know who you kiss, you know who you lift |
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This shit is getting scary |
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Frenemies, frienemies |
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The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it |
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Frienemies |
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You can smell the danger |
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Over the money best friends become strangers |
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Hope y'all paying attention, keep y'all eyes open |
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Hope I ain't wasting my breathe |
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About this shit that |
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I'm talking about 'cause it's so real |
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You gotta watch these niggas around you' |
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Cause you never know whose who now a days |
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And all of our love we be showing |
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They might not be showing the same type of love back |
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Matter of fact they might not be in there for your best interest |
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See an alterier motive is hard to see when |
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You've known a person for so long |
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Or you've became a custom to their ways |
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But you gotta stay on fifty, you gotta stay on fifty' |
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Cause you got some people that think like |
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If niggas is moving fast like that then karma will get em' |
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But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough |
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To handle the situation |
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But sometimes for us to learn a lesson we go way to far |
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Then the consequences become way too heavy |
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That's what |
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I'm trying to let learn from experience |
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And please don't be naive to the fact that the nigga next to you |
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Could be the nigga that set you up for failure or even kill you |
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You know how the game go and you gotta watch these bitches |
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These trifilling bitches, man, they set you up for failure too |
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You know, they're in there for the money, man, gold digging bitches |
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It's a fucked up world but you probably won't even get a chance |
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You know, might put you up in a gang |
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Frienemies |
