Drew. C - Fake Friends

I know my circle, no fake friends (Big O)
Got to the point where I don't make friends (I don't)
Keep it one hunnid, don't pretend (uhh)
They love me 'cause how I treat them (too much)
It's getting cold in the streets
I got the heat, so we stay in
Say what you want about me (say it)
But don't act like we can stay friends
After the bag, gotta figure out what my family gon' eat
Worry 'bout the outfit or status, lil' bro, I promise you it ain't that deep
If we got history, I don't got sympathy
Up in my ear, shit sound like a symphony
To-to-to-toss the cap straight out the window, when I write, I don't do hyperbole or simile
I pull up, hop out the two-door
Blocking the streets, can't get around me
Peep the opps talkin' bout loopholes
They ain't like me, they don't see what I see
All gas no brakes
When I step on the court, on my back, that's a 24 (swish)
I keep a drake
When I finish the verse, run the whole country like Trudeau
They didn't believe in me
But God did, she did, and I did
Flew her out to Orlando and showed her some magic
Turn around, fuck me a bad bitch (bad one)
Got somethin' on her face, in her eyelids
She said, "Baby, why you so savage?" (21)
Cause I don't wanna be like 'em, tragic
I know my circle, no fake friends (Big O)
Got to the point where I don't make friends (I don't)
Keep it one hunnid, don't pretend (uhh)
They love me 'cause how I treat them (too much)
It's getting cold in the streets
I got the heat, so we stay in
Say what you want about me (say it)
But don't act like we can stay friends
After the bag, gotta figure out what my family gon' eat
Worry 'bout the outfit or status, lil' bro, I promise you it ain't that deep
If we got history, I don't got sympathy
Up in my ear, shit sound like a symphony
To-to-to-toss the cap straight out the window, when I write, I don't do hyperbole or simile
They ask what I do, I don't say a word
I don't got time, cause I'm tryna make it work
Gotta put myself first (that's right)
Been sober I don't got thirst
When it comes out, they won't get enough
Finna hear them play that shit in reverse
Took her shopping, copped a Prada purse
To me, that's light, I don't check the tag
But to some, that's a lot of work (check it)
New drip, shawty leave 'em thirsty
Three rounds, how she reimbursed me
Sometimes I wonder, would they still share my music if they didn't know me? (would they)
Got some shit to say or feeling a certain way, would they even show it? (okay)
I know my circle, no fake friends (Big O)
Got to the point where I don't make friends (I don't)
Keep it one hunnid, don't pretend (uhh)
They love me 'cause how I treat them (too much)
It's getting cold in the streets
I got the heat, so we stay in
Say what you want about me (say it)
But don't act like we can stay friends
After the bag, gotta figure out what my family gon' eat
Worry 'bout the outfit or status, lil' bro, I promise you it ain't that deep
If we got history, I don't got sympathy
Up in my ear, shit sound like a symphony
To-to-to-toss the cap straight out the window, when I write, I don't do hyperbole or simile

Written by:
Andrew Chou

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