Jae Prophecy - Fake Friends (feat. Unkle Stro)

Jones Lyfe you heard
Y'all know who it is
I say no mo' no mo' no mo'

No mo' fake friends had to put my foot up they neck
I'm countin' 80 bands at the moment runnin' up a check
I don't make plans until you do more than pay me my respect
Fresh to death gotta play Russian Roulette just to get dressed
No mo' fake friends had to pull that knife up out my back
I'd rather make trends over followin' somebody steps
Long as my daughter drippin' swag and my lady lookin' blessed
You look like you mad and I look like I really ain't impressed

Stop the press brodie lookin' stressed gone and puff sum
You not invited do the math B who brought this plus one
I was posted up on corners you ain't see no bus come
They stopped manufacturing the cloth that I'm cut from
Pop a cap quick as pain killers if I ain't feelin' em (Numb)
In my hood like a construction zone they always drNllin' sum
Tryna finesse a finesser I left em lookin' really dumb
Moonwalker drip I get the swag from Area 51
Got em big mad, keep a L but I ain't ever losin'
Got the big bag ballin' out in public like nudist
This not a diss track I don't convert to bull (Convertible)
I'm way to ruthless (Roofless) when you this fast you can
Put em in 'park' for your 'amusement' life's a 'rollercoaster'
Went from a local joker now i'm a locomotive
Put it the work, I used to hope for a bonus
Never got no promotion, So I hit the kitchen
Whippin' the potent potion had 'em all overdosin'
I had to go for broke and cut off
Some of the one's I held the closest

No mo' fake friends had to put my foot up they neck
I'm countin' 80 bands at the moment runnin' up a check
I don't make plans until you do more than pay me my respect
Fresh to death gotta play Russian Roulette just to get dressed
No mo' 'Fake Friends' had to pull that knife up out my back
I'd rather make trends over followin' somebody steps
Long as my daughter drippin' swag and my lady lookin' blessed
You look like you mad and I look like I really ain't impressed

I say no mo' no mo' no mo'
No mo' handouts no more free promo
I say no mo' no mo' no mo'
Laying up for the bucket I might pull it from the logo

I can't make a friend, cause I ain't a friend I stay away
Cause in the end I might just hate a friend, they don't pay the rent
I'm great at taking wins, making M's, while they go make pretend
And I'll make yo ole lady my new latest trend
You ain't exempt, you can't play the pimp
I'm the greatest I'm the main event
Haters hate that I don't cater to' em let 'em hate it then
I don't pay attention my attention got an atm
I just think a friend, might get in the way I'm makin' sense
You wanted to know? If something money was owed
Nobody wanted to know
But all of the money is goin' to Unkle Stro
You owe my flow a bonus, all up in yo emotions
Folks don't know that, it's only one component
I know homies, really just want yo moment
Bogus-logna homie we the Joneses
We play roll up on 'em smokin' on opponents
N*'s foldin', snappin' like a photo this a golden moment
So I don't condone a row with phony homies
Bro my only homies were my omens
I let go my omens I coupe solo (Ahhh)

No mo' 'Fake Friends' had to put my foot up they neck
I'm countin' 80 bands at the moment runnin' up a check
I don't make plans until you do more than pay me my respect
Fresh to death gotta play Russian Roulette just to get dressed
No mo' 'Fake Friends' had to pull that knife up out my back
I'd rather make trends over followin' somebody steps
Long as my daughter drippin' swag and my lady lookin' blessed
You look like you mad and I look like I really ain't impressed

Life is a rollercoaster
Went from a local joker now i'm a locomotive
Put it the work, I used to hope for a bonus
Never got no promotion, so I hit the kitchen
Whippin' the potent potion had 'em all overdosin'
I had to go for broke and cut off
Some of the one's I held the closest

Written by:
James Jones, Re'von Jones

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