T. Rex - FRIEND Lyrics

If you were my friend then I'd play you something
But you're a mother f*cking snake so I play you nothing
Beats are hard but I ain't so I ain't down for scuffing
Tricks are falling out my sleeve I tighten up my cuff and
Keep it low I keep it quiet never tell em
Now I bring the loud and I'm proud of where I'm repping
Young Z Berg turned from a nerd to a felon
How much the gram worth we'll it depends o what you're selling
Used to stick to crowds
Now I'm solo here I'm preaching
Relied on my friends
But they're all arseholes so I bleached them
Used to be the student
Now the teacher's want me teaching
Future's looking bright for my fam
Cause they be leaching
10% to my mum and another to my father
15 if you forgive me for turning into a chavva
Keep it very pleasant
Acting hard just makes it harder
Keep on burning out again
Using cocaine as a charger
Teachers had me doubting
So I'm teachin them a lesson
Old friends had me scouting
But that turned into a blessin
I move my own mountains
I can't help you when you're stressing
Bruv you're shouting all the answers
Questions got you second guessing
Pussies think they're big now
And you pussies think that's it now
Cap at 5th don't go to 6th
All you man driving 5 gear whips now
Drive by shoot from pole position
Shooting shots on intuition
Shooting blind like superstition
Still can't make you see the vision

If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you nothing
If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you something
If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you nothing
If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you nothing

If you were my friend then I might just see you
Posted up with some new mates at the front of venue
But you're too busy for my sauce I better change the menu
You ain't a fan of beef i know that cause of the shots I sent you
Didn't clock that I was shooting at you cause you're deaf
Only hearing what you want when it suits you best
Speaking on your lack of caring like a trucker's vest
Egg all on your face cause when I shoot it's never at your chest
15 MCs dead without me in their group
Going for that digi camo for my skeng ain't wrapping Audi coupes
Misfits writing bait rap seems you man are out the loop
Cutting off your branches but my branch the one that's sprouting fruit
Playing to my suit
Im the one that shoots
I don't need you I am my own group
You are out the loop
King of the hill that's hank
Bringing the loud thats dank
Cutting it deep like shank
Keeping the funds like bank

If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you nothing
If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you something
If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you nothing
If you were my friend, if you, if you were my friend
Then I'd play you something
Play you nothing