Big Shot Manceeni - Friends

Friends, how many of us have them slimy
Friends, the ones that you grab don't care for a grimy
Friends, how many of us have them slimy
Friends, the ones you can never depend on, but that's your friend

Wildin', twinkin', drinkin', smokin', trippin', loathin'
Friends, wildin', twinkin', trippin', loathin', with the stoned
Friends, they ain't even tell you
Got two strikes, your third strike, they'll nail you

Friends, now you feelin' like a failure
And now you're locked up and ain't nobody mailed you
Friends, pop up when you're not around
Tryin' to dick a girl down when you was uptown

Friends, give you a hug and a pound
With total disrespect with how you out-raising this child
Friends, how many of us have them slimy
Friends, the ones that you grab don't care for a grimy

Friends, how many of us have them slimy
Friends, the ones you can never depend on, but that's your friend
Friends, they always postin' with a blockhead
Fightin' star beef, but you the one to get shot at

Friends, eyes low and they barely crack
Always screamin' ROLA, where the weed at
Friends, they ride for you, die for you
Split a nigga head open wide for you

Friends, they tell a bold-faced lie on you, plied on you
Pull out the four-five on you
Friends, they hummus before the paper
Always look out, ball out for them strangers

Friends, it's not yours
Keep one eye open like Cyclops and watch over
Friends, how many of us have them slimy
Friends, the ones that you grab don't care for a grimy

Friends, how many of us have them slimy
Friends, the ones you can never depend on, but that's your friend

Written by:
Jason Whittaker

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