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Positive K - Friends lyrics
Yeah.. uhh, check it right [Positive K] Now it's your friends you gotta worry about, to say the least Cause man, they're stickin to ya kid without the grease Runnin game in the name of fame Or talkin about every nice little thing for ya that they've done And they've done nuttin now too late you learn Cause all they wanted was uhh, somethin in return That's a flam and a scam, you can tell I ain't gas it Bite a check on my rep, and then later, try to cash it But I got more bounce to the ounce, what I'm sayin Seven and a half ounces, braincells, on the way in Cause momma ain't raised none, I ain't changed none I got work in my work and it stays done A man twenty-three years yes I've grown And I've learned that I can do bad on my own I don't need a friend cause, I've got a brand new car All cause I'm a, hot new rap star Maybe cause my bank account is so profound And since you're my friend, I gotta put you down Anyway I know clout, only respects clout And it's your friends kid, you got to worry about [Chorus: repeat 4X] It's your friends, oh yea your friends, YOU GOTTA WORRY ABOUT [Positive K] A let me tell you let me tell you who your friends are Your friends ride around, in your new car They ask for dough when they know you just got dough They call your house every minute on the hour yo Talkin bout - let's hang - you don't wanna hang You wanna go wild maybe do your own thang But they get mad, and they sweat that Cause what ya got man they know they can't get that And they don't take no for an answer either They wanna see you drivin round like you're Alex Rega But you can't see, you're not a +Taxi+ that bring girls around when they know you got a main G Cause that's the person that you spend time with and spend the time with, it does not combine with what they wanna do, and what they wanna do is hang and if you can't somethin gotta be wrong with you So tell me why a woman takes a man hand and tells him things, that makes him feel grand Large and (?) you're my knight in shining armor Known this woman, from a soap opera drama Weak in wickedness I know how you kick it miss I know you're gonna say who's gonna pay before he's stickin this Now you're caught without a thought, no need to pretend Who hooked you up with this girl huh, a friend No one wants to be around when you're down and out Cause it's your friends kid, you gotta worry about [Chorus] [Positive K] A nevertheless I, don't like to stress abouts I Likes to take it easy, do my job, dat's why My so-called friends, I grew up with Either fell off, smoked out, or just ain't shit And the rest I just don't like And if I see him again, I swear we're gonna fight But I'm a cool brother, thanks to my mother And a friend, I really don't need another But I got peeps, peeps that's true And on my record - I'm singin all praises due Just for givin 'em each day, I'm livin on that To the babies I got to put the Positive in 'em Cause I'm a loner and known to entrepeneur And I'm sure you see more.. Whoever made up, the word friendship? They need to get beat, up with a slave whip Because they never knew, of what a friend would do Cause when you're down and out, they never helpin you They always lead you on, and they sing a song And when you need 'em somethin's always goin wrong They said I'm broke yo, I'm on welfare I didn't have dough, I couldn't get there My mom is sick, my sis is pregnant My father's drunk, my house is hectic And then they flip the script and say I need a quick G Or couldn't you spare a beat?C'mon, this is me You know you'll get it back, aiyyo yea that's a fact I've already lost a job, and plus be smokin that Off with you give the dough, cause youse a true friend But what ya know now if you only knew then He wouldn'ta got jacked, for the big smack And it's only right, because it's like that [Chorus] + ad libs "That's when you find out who your REAL friends are!" |
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