Lyrics : Friends & Foes


Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows
Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we weren't really bros
We was tryna impress them hoes, kept us on our toes
I had 25 in high school like I'm Derrick Rose
I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul
Hat always c*cked, bang to the left 'cause I grew up with the Moes
And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the Fours
I had some shootouts with my bronem, I had to give it and go
sh*t got hot, we start swapping most of 'em, still got one of the old ones, though
Might hang that b*t*h in a frame for show
That's the one that my big bro used to throw
We ain't learn how to blow in no range, no
Pop out, flame out the Wrangler door
Might could've blew out my brains, though
n***as must ain't got no aim no more
n***as left me in the rain some more
I found some gold in the rainbow, though
They say I got money and changed the most
Please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though
Still'll walk up on a stranger, though
Gangster sh*t run in my veins for sure
I wanna change 'em, though
Know how to channel my anger, though
Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, no
Where his hood at? We gon' name him, though
Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so?
None of my killers want payment, though
Oh, we don't 'posed to be bangin', no
Me and my n***as, we hangin', though
Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' dope
This b*t*h don't ever stop rangin', though, uh
I don't panic, uh
Whips be panoramic
I was sellin' dope at my granny's, uh
Xanny's, yeah, I need a Grammy, uh
Need another big-ass mansion, uh
Big yard, big-ass hammock, uh
Wrist all wet, Atlantic
b*t*h, it's big bucks, no whammies, uh
My b*t*h need attention, she bad as f**k
And she got lips like Angela
You know a young n***a done ran it up
Damn, I could buy her a Phantom, huh?
Where that come from? That was random, huh?
Die for respect, I demand it
I was dead broke, now I'm rich, can't stand it
Tell me why n***as hate Randy
G Herbo, f**k n***as can't stand me, huh
Worth a couple mil, I'm branded, uh
Special n***a 'cause I'm left handed, huh
n***as namin' sh*t, I had it
I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it
I helped n***as out when I should've bought a Patek
They sneak diss a lot, but they don't want no static
You savages should be no rumor, you ratted
I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it
At G Fazo house, me and Fair in the attic
Kay Fazo was here, used to sit and imagine
Then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin'
Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin' sh*t
Opps, we embarrass 'em, ayy
We ain't gon' hop out no caravan, ayy
Foenem might fire up yo' cameraman, ayy
Real street n***as I represent
Long live Bapo and Hellabandz
Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here
Who the f**k let all these rappers in?
We ain't with none of that chitchat, uh-uh
You ain't never hear no click-clack
Shawty and them ready to kidnap somethin'
Send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em
Push a n***a sh*t back some
Homie and them might want some get-back for 'em
We finna slide tonight, heard his homie and them tryna have a kickback for 'em
Broski the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some
Just havin' fun, that's the type of sh*t I did, I was young
I shed a tear for my young
n***a, I kill for my son
And before I met him, I was numb
Let a n***a feel my drum
A lot of n***as think I'm dumb
I'ma just let 'em think what they want
They probably think I'm a punk
n***as probably really think I ain't gon' dump
I'm the type to let 'em front
Leave a n***a ass all in Nieman slumped, uh
After I feed a n***a hollow tips, I need a blunt
Sick and tired of smokin' all this Gelato, sh*t, I need some Runtz
Finna get another 150 charm real quick, I need a font
40 thousand go out every first of the month
Just for livin', always been that n***a, so you never could front
Just be consistent
Pulled up on some flexin' sh*t, like, "Yeah, b*t*h, we did it"
Add up these digits
Naw, not that, that's just a lil' million
Uh, uh