Trowa Beezy - Untitled Freestyle #1

Loaning niggas money is such a tricky task though
Because it's just like
I gave you this money, hoping you would give it back
You took this money, saying you was going to give it back
Now here I am, looking like an asshole because I want it back
But I can't ask you
And you know you owe it to me, but you aint going to give it to me
Or you're going to make me feel small, about wanting it back
And the craziest part about that whole shit is
The best thing I could do to preserve this friendship
Is to either let that shit go or just never loan a nigga money
That's all I could do, that's all I could do
It's valid, it has to be said
Sipping on this Bordeaux slow
Flow so cold, it's 'bout to snow
Fresh to death from head to toe
When money go, let's get some more
Some homies don't rock with that math
But they say they 'bout that cash
I think they living to fast
Tell God your plans and then He'll laugh
Tried to put bro with the lot
End up thiefing from the pot
Tell me bet on your success
Truth be told I'm probably not
Why you turn your back on me
Why you turned your back on team
Thought that you had that love for green
You still out here chasing this cream
Came to me in need of help
Did it with no second guess
Had no need for returned favors
Had to get you back to playa
Can I count on you the same
That's what's causing all this pain
Years ago is not the same
Watching all that slip away
If I don't call you 'fore this drop
A real nigga I am not
I'll still hold it down for you
You gotta get right with the crew
I'm going back to turning up
Thought this shit could make me numb
But it only keeps me sane
My crush had said that she ain't dating, she got friends though
Beezy plotting on the millions, keep that on the low
I'm not shitting on my niggas, I had to let them know
I'm not shitting on my niggas, I had to let them know
You want to love your friends, you want to support your friends
But honestly, giving these niggas money is not the way to do it
Because that's the fastest way to lose your fucking friends
I gave you twenty dollars, hoping you would give it back
You took twenty dollars, saying you was going to give it back
And now I'm the asshole, because I want to address it
And you're the asshole because you don't think I should
Now what are we doing

Written by:
Ajia Wilkerson, Christopher Wallace

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