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Frienemies

STREETS GOT THE whole WEEK watching on low key still water runs deep just like homies CAME A LONG WAY u know traffic in la MONEY and FAME PAINE DONT GO AWAY PAY ME AND ILL BE ON MY WAY FACE MY BILLs UP her FACE IN THE PILLOW Forget THE BULLSHIT banging OUTside THE WINDOW GOT THE INTRO LOOKING LIKE CORRIDORS I WANT A BIG HOUSE CARS WITH A CHOFER A CONTROLLER BUT NOT UP INSIDE OF MY SKIN corrodes your soul not talking bout window tint LOOK IN THE EYE WHEN YOU SHADE THE SoN OUT CLOSED EYES WHEN the GUN BLOWs DEATH WISH BOUND TO FOLLOW BLESSED TO JUST SEE TOMORROW HELLS KITCEN COOKING UP THE PRODUCT FOREAL THO ITS GOING UP IN SMOKE FOREAL THO I DID TRY N SELL MY SOUL GOT THE HOTS for me GOT THE POTS FOR ME f YOUR PHILOSOPHY WHAT A CATASTROPHE WANt COME AFTER ME LAST MAN STANDING COMING FROM THE BOTTOM LAST LAUGH TALKING ABOUT WHO GOT EM CLOWINinG ON THESE JOKERS WHO BROUGHT them ALL THE LIES I ef n BOUGH ALL THE NAMES I ef n CROSSED I CROSS MY BODY PRAYING OUT TO JESUS THE SHEEP OR SHEPERD TEMPTATION THAT LED US THE VENGES HOPING FENCES Through THE TRENCHES ADRENALIN RUSH WITH MESSAGE DIDNT LEARN OUR LESSSON CHECK EM WHOs NEXT FRIENEMIES THEY WANT TO BE FRIEDEMIEs

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