Lyrics:
gotta be fake
When you try to all be the same
You try and they just call you lame
There was some people I thought that I was friends with
They don't
better
Momma pray for me my friends fake
I need a hundred steppers
They hate the flick of my wrist
Really be wheelin' the benz
Video vixen look here
better Momma pray
For me my friends fake I
Need a hundred steppers
They hate the flick of my wrist
Really be wheelin' the benz
Video vixen look cute
You Have the Right to Remain Silent NIght
Written by Kevin Johnston
Intro: Fast Eddy took a video of the whole incident
V1: Jamal walking fast
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
idolising you
From graffiti on trains too kids tattooing your name
What's next for heavens sake a shystie video game
Just kidding you're on the path
place wherever Aladdin from
Wherever that is
Y'all worry about ship and handling I handle my biz
I didn't really stem out of where all the animals live
I got all that paperwork ready for you
You just gotta come by
And uh
Give it a sign
And you're set for life
Sound good
Stuck in your head
It's
tell you somethin'
Different I'd be livin a lie
Everyone of y'all the biz
Little somethin' came by
Y'all the reason I was livin
I ain't ready to die no
got
Some people try to fit in because of peer pressure
You’re smoking just because your friends do it
Trust me, they won’t be there when you get cancer
wanna be your friend
And I don't trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up gettin'
Offended by my hustle
And I put it out on the line
Specially posed, fit but you know the Streets video
Here we go, it was all good just a week ago
Seems like yesterday we was one people
Ten man onstage back
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
day management
come by just to inspect. Couldn't really
Hide nowhere non-obvious so I just
open the door real quick. I look him
dead in the face like
Just keep it in the streets
Cause I aint industry
cnd all these pussy niggas claiming that they Friends with me
You ain't no ken to me and you
We all know a girl just like LaDiDaDiDa
Shell say that she loves you and but shell have one by tommmorow in the morning she just basic but by night
surrounding when you hustling
Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg
All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all
You fuck with dude, he your
ain't really learnin'
He been in church but say that he ain't moved by any sermon
His face weak, he ain't prayed in a week
he wake up and just weep
2X]
And we was just a couple of kids
It was right around the same time that nobody was beatin the biz
Had that, and I know you got soul
On a tape that
in my Glock I'm
Trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas
Like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with
don't care if this video gets a lot of clout
I'm just doing this freestyle so i can get some stuff out of my mental
I wish I can just go back in time so I
about business just like meetings in a conference room!
I told my friends I'm going back to school
As if I dropped out
But you know that shit sounds too
Black frames and a suit
Like Clark Kent
Slide
bring meds
You can be my friend
My sets ain't free
Don't try to pretend
I got the swang
Don't follow
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