Montana Lee - Fake Friend

I feel like a nigga running laps
All my karma keep on coming back
That's why I'm riding with my gun attached
Won't press relay and never run it back
And I feel like a nigga running laps
And I put that on my soul
Put that on my soul
And I'm riding with who ride with me
And aint no nigga finna ride for free
You inna ride you betta ride with heat
And ima tell em ima soldier
I'll shoot till it's over
Fake nigga snake nigga
You gone get the cold shoulder
We all in the same place
But it's different cuz they know us
Rich Nigga still fucking bad bitches
On the tour bus
My girl mad now I'm sleeping
On the sofa if she found out
I fucked this bitch then it's over
Ion make the best decisions
I ain't sober
Ion make the best decisions
I ain't sober
My homie he been switching on me
He picked sides on me
They say death before dishonor
We gone slide on him
But ion be thinking bout
What if dawg got that fire on him
The best emotions come
When I'm broke and I'm high dummy
Something to nothing
Go to stores and I gotta buy me something
Out of state day to day I gotta fly to mama
Before I go I gotta make sure
That she proud of something
I feel like a nigga running laps
All my karma keep on coming back
That's why I'm riding with my gun attached
Won't press relay and never run it back
And I feel like a nigga running laps
And I put that on my soul
Put that on my soul
And I'm riding with who ride with me
And aint no nigga finna ride for free
You inna ride you betta ride with heat

Written by:
Cedric Logan Jr.

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