PYT (Explicit)

Friends how many of us have them

Friends how many of us have them

Friends how many of us have them

Friends how many of us have them

Every since I could remember

I had friends I could depend on

Clothes to lend 'em

But as time went by

My life got a little strange

And the rules of the game seem to change

Trust honesty and devotion

And money money money is the poison potion

There's no way that I can even say

That this game has been good to me

Or even bad to me it had to be

Cause tragically the way this s**t

Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically

And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get

But my friendship with n***as always ends up as buls**t

I listen to my momma though

She always tried to prepare me

Byt how could she do what I

I mean I'm do or die

But my life on the streets

That s**t is suicide

So to cope I got a dogg and a locc

And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke

I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is

They my homeboys ever since kids

Real friends to the end

Hangin' out with my homies and I'm feelin' just fine

I've been ponderin' lately

A lot of different things on my mind

It seems lately my friends list

Done took a slight decline

And if you wanna know the trith man man

Them wasn't no friends of mine

You jackin' me up you takin' my cash

All my life L-B-C for my city I mash

All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs

The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s

That's my n***a Snoop D Woop and my n***a N-A-T-E

I can't forget about my n***a H to the Deezy

Pressure and strikes

Don't wann take no lives

But these jaws cracks and hood cracks

Will make you break bizacks

Whussup homie can I borrow some cash

Last week I agve you 500 so kiss my a*s

I got a baby to feed

A familly to see through

And shake busta snitches tweekin' like you

Homies and friends that's what they for

Stayin' tight and money right

And bustin' with a 44