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(Andyr) (Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy) I ain't a fake friend, I'm a real friend, if they spinning, I'ma kill shit Is it bad I don't know what real is? They say love is not what the mind say, it's what the heart say So when I speak, they gon' feel this Sneak diss, he on creep shit, yeah f*ck a taco Tuesday, we gon' slide on a week, yeah This for all them times I put my heart to the back I ain't got heart, I got a mind, having a heart get you whacked Rather have sense now, ride with a stick now, yeah Rap niggas in the game getting gunned down, yeah Said that we won't fight, but we bump, they gon' shoot What go around gon' come around, hope we don't bump into you Know they feel a way about them shootouts that we had So when we ride, sticks in the coupe, we gon' do 'em bad Send bro'nem down the backstreet, let 'em hop out It ain't no cameras, give a f*ck about a mask Only real around a nigga They be talking down on a nigga, we send rounds at a nigga Pop my shit, I'm down, give a bitch a smackdown Medical bullets, say f*ck a red tip, got black rounds You know he fake so why the f*ck you bring him back round? Tell him take the PJ, bro can't fly, check the background Put a Pro-Mag in you better off being lacked out, yeah 5.7 by 2.8's when I back out I ain't a fake friend, I'm a real friend, if they spinning, I'ma kill shit Is it bad I don't know what real is? They say love is not what the mind say, it's what the heart say So when I speak, they gon' feel this Sneak diss, he on creep shit, yeah f*ck a taco Tuesday, we gon' slide on a week, yeah This for all them times I put my heart to the back I ain't got heart, I got a mind, having a heart get you whacked Rather have sense now, ride with a stick now, yeah Rap niggas in the game getting gunned down, yeah Said that we won't fight, but we bump, they gon' shoot What go around gon' come around, hope we don't bump into you Lost a lot of dead friends tryna make a head spin My heart been died, I know what dead is I got three wishes, none of 'em could make the dead live If you come from where I'm from, know where my head is I been having headaches tryna get his head baked Living bad in my city, check the death rate I know it hurts sometimes you don't know your death date So you gotta pray to God even on your best day Slip slide, we be down to ride for the ones we love Thirteen, don't know better, want more cheddar so he tucking guns Young nigga in the field, when they bust, he better tuck and roll Bitches set you up, nobody told him not f*ck with hoes I ain't a fake friend, I'm a real friend, if they spinning, I'ma kill shit Is it bad I don't know what real is? They say love is not what the mind say, it's what the heart say So when I speak, they gon' feel this Sneak diss, he on creep shit, yeah f*ck a taco Tuesday, we gon' slide on a week, yeah This for all them times I put my heart to the back I ain't got heart, I got a mind, having a heart get you whacked Rather have sense now, ride with a stick now, yeah Rap niggas in the game getting gunned down, yeah Said that we won't fight, but we bump, they gon' shoot What go around gon' come around, hope we don't bump into you
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