Dzag & Rhett Easton - Fake Friends

Wanna be the one yeah
Feelin' like I got none yeah
Stuck in the cycle
So I pull all-nighters
I ain't givin' up yet
Don't miss my fake friends
They testin' my patience
Now they want in yeah
They just want a spot on the private jet
Hell like I'd ever give one
Yuh
Yeah
I'm starting to remember the golden days
But now my mind is so clogged
I'm starting to feel like I'm overaged
The time of far-too gone
This stuff the most petty of petty thing
Boutta take another loss
Sick of the game I was playing through
But now this time I can spit bars
Yeah, we hit hard
I'ma go quick, don't forget my bars
Runnin' up checks
Gettin' that bread
Told her what's next
Told her I'ma act out
Beat go hard, DZAG came through
Chains all silver, ice all blue
I stay finessin' all up on your moves
(I am not into you, babygirl follow the clues)
Poppin' in the studio
Me and East
Synergetic tempo
Prada on my feet
Bigger manifesto
Wanna fight with me
Can't wear Valentino
Still Icy
You see that my money so sick got a dream bro
Coppin' the Lexus, swerve out of the street
Woah
Chasin' the bandit, that's funny I'm creepin' though
We ain't gon' promote the violence, just peace bro
One time for the boys in the 508 all up in the woo like Pop Smoke
Two times for the boys that I lost to the life feelin' worse everyday 'cause you got choked
Can't forget all the vibes at the old school
Built y'all up, y'all left me heart-broke
Three times for the boys on the Northside
Iced out heart, can't feel on Narcos
Fake friends, they gon' throw you underwater bro
So much for the time that I cherished though
Can't believe I was blind so much
As I didn't realize I was being used at my will
I'm climbing to the top
And I'm never gonna stop 'cause you know that I won't let go
But when I make it to the top
I just always get pushed off
By the ones who I used to trust most
Ay, you gotta be real to rock with me
Ay, you gotta be clean to talk to me
Yeah, you gotta have cred to chill with me
When we in my city
(What we do?)
You gotta be
I got the clout, you see
Everybody in front of me
Brand new life, living fantasy
No no sorry, I don't pay no fee
I'm really at the bottom but I feel I'm in the middle
I'm the one who be throwing rocks but not ridin' the ripples
Man these friends ain't really friends
They're the snitches who left me chiseled
Oh how I wonder why they fell off so much I guess it's a riddle
Not 21 but I gamble
Runnin' out with the Gucci flannel
Takin off in my spaceship
One day I swear I'll make it
Non of y'all speaking my language
Swim the stick coming out vanquished
Me and my slime I swear that we'll be famous
Boutta roll up and all over your playlists
Ay, you gotta be real to rock with me
Ay, you gotta be clean to talk to me
Yeah, you gotta have cred to chill with me
When we in my city
(What we do?)
You gotta be
I'm starting to remember the golden days
But now my mind is so clogged
I'm starting to feel like I'm overaged
The time of far-too gone
Me and my slime we know everything
You better start to get lost
Make you hold onto a thread of string
Boutta start to cut it off
I'm in the four by four what do you mean
Cannot be seen in the Louis Supreme
That's from the summer and we in the winter
I'm drippin' in Rick and Morty like a feen
Take a look and I'm rockin'
I'm staying with ties I been had since 2003
Ain't no fake friends in my circle
I'm super-exclusive
My ride or dies smokin' the green
(Ayy!)
(Let's Go!)

Written by:
Ashby Norris, David Zagaroli

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