OBEY The Kidd - Fake Friends

Yo Yo Yo
One Four Eight
Three to the Three to the Six to the Nine
Representing the ABQ
Waddup Beyatch?
I ain't got no room for no Fake Friends
I been on my own always lookin where the play at
Pillys in the morning got me feeling like a patient
Skinny but I told that I'm hungry tryna make ends
I ain't in the mood for no face tatts
I just need a bitch matching me make it make sense
I been waiting a long time for the weekend
When shots of hennessy come around ill prolly take 10
And these bottles got me spinning and the
Clock is still spinning
It's been plenty hours later let me
Count my mistakes up
I keep looking for em pesos but my
Times often wastin
There's a nascar in my head tho cause my
Mind still racing hoe
Baby always tell me I'm impatient
Only for the money and the cudi give me more baby
I ain't really into all that lame shit
Current situation kinda wack but I'ma make it
Heard you got your bape at the flea bro
I ain't gone hate but just know it ain't the same
Cause I'm in a shark head in the deep end
Need a bad bitch that's just always playing defense
I just ain't the same as you
Don't know what I been through
2022 I spent it all inside my fucking stu
I just ain't the same as you
Told you I'm recession proof
Road running had to cut it short that's for loony tunes
And I never told the truth
Yeah not once in all the statements
Like you was penny pinchin I sold narcos for them payments
Was hibernating em feeling now I'm peeling off them layers
Hanging out with fakes yeah that'd prolly be more dangerous
Count up 32 plus got 1 up in the chamber
I just need my money lookin taller than wilt chamberlain
I'm a super star but you're too far away to fucking see me
You can't be me all my scars make me unique, you best believe it
Ugh
Aye

Written by:
Alan Macias

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