friends – 9TAILS

Face, face, face, yo

‘Member I was outside of the phoenix (Yuh)
First venue, I couldn’t believe it
Big brother throw me up so I could crowd surf
Right then, music changed me in a weekend (In a weekend)
Two summers I was sweating through the V-Neck
Long road ahead, but I never seem to see it
Auto-tune Epiphany’s
Hard to flex a nice voice
When you comin’ out the same city as The Weeknd (As The Weeknd)

Takin’ out loans for the drum pads
I’ma pay it off and I’ll run it right back, so fast
Buying beats all night for the scrap
Real shit, do the math; buy twenty beats, make three tracks
That’s about seventeen for the trash (Trash)
Two out of three of those, never really snap (Snap)
A lot of weak flows sittin’ on a Mac
Take a break and then we close smokin’ in the back (Smoke)
Lot of fake friends get into the pussy
Only hit it how they talkin’ when they hit it from the back (Back)
See the beef grow, they ain’t sayin’ nothin’, doin’ nothin’
They just wanna grow, want the money fast (So fast)
Wanna wear the clothes, wanna roll the dope
They don’t ever wanna pick a side, they just pick a brand (Brand)
Careful when you pick a mans
Bitch, how about your best bro, you treat him like a fan (Fan)

Ayy, this some real shit
With the corn and the peas you can smell it
Everybody got a homie with the bad tie
You either help them out or you are on some snake shit
When you not a real one, you ain’t gotta face it (No)
No, the whole damn crew never say shit (No)
But, the whole damn crew gonna dip set (No)
When the situation in the favour of the real friends (Yuh! yuh!)
Are they real friends?
Got a aura on them, you can feel the realness
Everything they say hit the feelings
They know your family, and the building you grew up in (Yo)
All the day ones, all the cousins
You ain’t gonna say nothin’, you a disappointment
Had a real great group and you soiled it (No)
Had a real great bond then you show me what is a real

Young curly hair kid in a maxim with the homie at the wheel
We smoke pickin’ a ride, when you slide, then you know the deal
Tired of the fake shit, drop it all and show me what is real
Homie how you really feel, homie show me what is real
Young curly hair kid in a maxim with the homie at the wheel
We smoke pickin’ a ride, when you slide, then you know the deal
Tired of the fake shit, drop it all and show me what is real
Homie, how you really feel
How you really feel (Show me what is real)
How you really feel (Tell me how you feel)
How you really feel (You know the deal)
How you really feel (You know the deal)
How you really feel (Show me what is real)
How you really feel
Homie, how you really feel
How you really feel (Ay)

Show me your work, show me your way
What should we do this time on Saturday
I say two hundred and five in a jet
But I don’t drive, and I don’t got the cake
I say two hundred and five in a jet
But I don’t drive, and I don’t got the cake
I say two hundred and five in a jet
But I don’t drive, and I don’t got the cake
Cake
I don’t got cake, cake
Okay, right
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