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Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all the people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Yeah, one thing that a close call give you is perspective
Staring at the ceiling, pondering life's objectives
And then you get to thinking about the people that was around
And then you notice they ain't fam, they just part of your collective
All of your success and they feeling real possessive
And then they steal your flow, got them feeling real progressive
Then comes the women, got them ready for the action
Calling shorty, sis, would you really be dirty, Mackin
Hamburglar built, I been knew you a thief
You love the controversy, ain't disturbing the peace
Then get mad at niggas when they ain't part of your beef
And then you steady coppin' pleas when you get caught up in the streets
Very ludicrous, it's Judas all in your soul
I'm blazing that sherbet cookie while bumping that friend or fo
Don't need a fake friend, no thank you
Some got real nigga in them, but that just ain't you
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
It's part of the game But you really wanna crash when they smutting your name
Throwing subs at your love tryna bring you some pain
But I'm the bigger person so I can't even complain
Beef with P.O.S. That's when they call you salty
Pull the lights out like the guard from Milwaukee
Swear you think you Harden but really you a hurt A.D
And you can't stand on it (U.S.A.P.G)
It hurt to even look when a nigga in his prime
All the cloud blockers they don't wanna see you shine
Third quarter flow I ain't really got the time
See this light of mine f*ck around and let it shine
Learn something from me I'm a teacher dawg
Rose on the seventh day like it's Easter dawg
Why the inbox full of features dawg
Cause the flow God body me like a preacher dawg
That's on me
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Sometimes you gotta wake up
Look in the mirror and say
The same shit I keep doing ain't getting me nowhere
I gotta switch that mutt
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Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all the people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Yeah, one thing that a close call give you is perspective
Staring at the ceiling, pondering life's objectives
And then you get to thinking about the people that was around
And then you notice they ain't fam, they just part of your collective
All of your success and they feeling real possessive
And then they steal your flow, got them feeling real progressive
Then comes the women, got them ready for the action
Calling shorty, sis, would you really be dirty, Mackin
Hamburglar built, I been knew you a thief
You love the controversy, ain't disturbing the peace
Then get mad at niggas when they ain't part of your beef
And then you steady coppin' pleas when you get caught up in the streets
Very ludicrous, it's Judas all in your soul
I'm blazing that sherbet cookie while bumping that friend or fo
Don't need a fake friend, no thank you
Some got real nigga in them, but that just ain't you
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
It's part of the game But you really wanna crash when they smutting your name
Throwing subs at your love tryna bring you some pain
But I'm the bigger person so I can't even complain
Beef with P.O.S. That's when they call you salty
Pull the lights out like the guard from Milwaukee
Swear you think you Harden but really you a hurt A.D
And you can't stand on it (U.S.A.P.G)
It hurt to even look when a nigga in his prime
All the cloud blockers they don't wanna see you shine
Third quarter flow I ain't really got the time
See this light of mine f*ck around and let it shine
Learn something from me I'm a teacher dawg
Rose on the seventh day like it's Easter dawg
Why the inbox full of features dawg
Cause the flow God body me like a preacher dawg
That's on me
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Fake friends acting like they know you
When I was down bad you didn't come through
Telling all your people that you know me now
When I was down bad you didn't hold me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Where were you?
They tryna bring me down
Sometimes you gotta wake up
Look in the mirror and say
The same shit I keep doing ain't getting me nowhere
I gotta switch that mutt
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Writer: Payton McKinney, Christian Minus
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