Friends Songtext
von Foolio

Get up you good? Sit up, bro sit up
Sit up, you good? You ain′t good, bro
Stop saying you good, bro, you ain't good, my nigga
You goin′ through some shit, right? I copy
You figure everybody else go with their own fucking palms
Everybody go through some shit, bro
Why everybody care about you, bro? I care about you, bro
You feel the times you don't want to be here no more, bro
You want to end your life, right, bro?

I feel you, bro, been there, my nigga
You ain't the only one, bro, you feel like life picking on you
Talk to me nigga, I got you, bro
Aha bro, we in this together, my nigga
I love you, I love you, my nigga, I feel what you feel, bro
I ain′t going to let you go through that shit by yourself, my nigga
Whatever you got going through, my nigga, let me know
We fight the demons together, bro
I want you to understand you got a friend for life, bro, talk to me


I ain′t gon' cap my nigga, I love you to death
Whenever we hit this block, I just play, we make it back
You know how we live, jail or hell
Against the odds, nigga, I′m with ya
Give me the word, I'm sending them hitters
Both of our pain, I swear they don′t feel it
That's Grilla, my hiller, my nigga, my killer
Fuckin′ these hoes since we was little
Post on the block since we was children, this shit crazy

Beat out her eyes, nigga, let's get it
Whatever you with, my nigga
I'm with it (my nigga I′m with it)
Empty the clip, reversin′ and flippin' (paw)
Don′t want us together, they know we the littest
Nigga be cap just like a fitted (cap)
Spin, spin, spin, get dizzy
We postin' the hood just like an engine

They play with your name when I′m standin' on business
They play with your name, then I′ma smash
Two double O's, it's on the dash
Nigga be hatin′, we both in our bags
And we be puttin′ the opps bags
Glock got a glitch, my shit lag (grraw)
We cut niggas off, they in the past
Catch 'em and pull out, I′m droppin' my mask
And if I drive then bro on your ass (blowing your ass)


Niggas they know who to play with
Walk down bright day and let the K spit (paw)
Pop out (pooh), face shit
Unfortunately, fell in love with the K clip (no cap)
Damn I hope you don′t switch
My brother forever can't be ′bout a bitch (nah)
Nigga they know we lit, six from the bricks be going on hits
And we still post on the set
Playin' with us like Russian roulette (no cap)

Still hangout in the 'jects
They know it′s me ′cause the six on my neck (my neck)
Play everybody gon' die
Play with the six everybody gon′ cry (gon' cry)
This shit eye for an eye, niggas be lackin′ I stay with my fire
I swear my nigga straight
Make one call, and I'm jumping the gate (jumping the gate)
I feel just like Rod K
Got on my cape, I′m saving the day (saving the day)

My nigga been depressed lately, like he fadin' away (fadin' away)
Told my nigga just pray they play, we play, they lay, we lay (we lay)
I don′t even trust nobody
Make one call, I′m catchin' the body (the body)
Twiggin′ and bootin' all molly
Drillin′ the killin' that was our hobby (our hobby)
I lay down for you, go to jail
Won′t make a sound for you (I swear)
My nigga, I'm proud of you, I put niggas in the ground for you

Pat to the street, shit nigga get dropped
Every time they wanna sneak this
Shit cut, man, they get on some creep shit
Clocks and brooms, nigga
We sweet shit (no cap)
I don't wanna make no friends
Me and my dawg rock out to the end, I got a new FN
My dawg got a brand-new gen (brand-new gen)
Bitch, we ain′t shittin′ no chill

Swear to God
We want everybody killed (everybody killed)
Nigga, we stay in the field
Nigga be cappin', we shootin′ real
Now I'm back to the block
Fresh out of jail, I′m back to my clock (I'm back to my clock)
Nigga be wanna be off
Police ask all these guns props, hey