Dzag - Fake Friends (feat. Rhett Easton)
Wanna be the one, yeah (Huh?)Feelin' like I got none, yeah (I Got None!)
Stuck in the cycle, so I pull all-nighters
I ain't givin' up yet (No-No-No-No!)
Don't miss my fake friends (Brrr!)
They testin' my patience
And now they want in, yeah (They Do!)
They just want a spot on the private jet
Hell like I'd ever give one (Uh-Huh!)
Yeah, Yeah
I'm startin' to remember the golden days
But now my mind is so clogged (Plugged)
I'm startin' to feel like I'm overaged
The time of far-too gone (Lost In Time)
This stuff the most petty of petty things (Why?)
Boutta take another loss (L)
Sick of the game I was playing through
But now this time I can spit bars (Uh-Huh!)
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 (No West!)
Synergetic tempo, Prada on my feet (Hahaha!)
Bigger manifesto, wanna fight with me
Can't wear Valentino, still icy (Yeah!)
You see that my money so sick got a dream, bro (Hahaha!)
Coppin' the Lexus, swerve out of the street, woah (What?)
Chasin' the bandit, that's funny I'm creepin' though (Yeah)
We ain't gon' promote the violence, just peace bro (Yeah, Yeah!)
One time for the boys in the 508
All up in the woo like Pop Smoke (Rest In Peace)
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 (Bssch!)
Fake friends, they gon' throw you underwater, bro (Not Cool Man)
So much for the time that I cherished though (Brrr!)
Can't believe I was blind so much
As I didn't realize I was being used at my will (Yeah-Yeah, Ayy!)
I'm climbing to the top, and I'm never gonna stop
'Cause you know that I won't let go (Rise)
But when I make it to the top, I just always get pushed off
By the ones who I used to trust most (Hahaha!)
Ayy
You gotta be real to rock with me
Ayy
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 (Hahaha!)
Everybody in front of me (Yeah, Yeah!)
Brand new life, living fantasy (Yeah)
No-no, sorry, I don't pay no fee (Yeah)
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 (Cash)
Runnin' out with the Gucci flannel (Gucci!)
Takin' off in my spaceship
One day I swear I'll make it (I'll Make It!)
Non of y'all speaking my language (¿Español?)
Swim the stick, comin' out vanquished (Yeah)
Me and my slime I swear that we'll be famous
Boutta roll up all over your playlists
Ayy
You gotta be real to rock with me
Ayy
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 startin' to remember the golden days
But now my mind is so clogged (Plugged)
I'm startin' to feel like I'm overaged
The time of far-too gone (Lost In Time)
Me and my slime we know everything (Yes Sir!)
You better start to get lost (You Better Run!)
Make you hold onto a thread of string (Thread)
Boutta start to cut it off (Ayy bro East Tell 'Em!)
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 (Srssh!)
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
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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