Fake Friends

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] I know the love fake, but still convince myself it's real I just told brodie [?] and we back in the field Brodie ain't down for no reason, this shit do or kill He try to snake behind my back, but he died on the drill Don't need no feels, [?] my mind and tell ya how I feel Can't open up to my bitch, I'm scared to tell her how I feel She know this shit is real, she know when shit get real Too many blood and tears, too many shedded tears, too many shedded tears Way too much blood and tears, oh yeah (Ayy) Gotta watch my back for all my fake friends (Yeah) This [?] leather came with snake skin Pretty close I [?] don't let them snakes in Fuck what they sayin', fuck all fake friends, oh yeah [Hook] Price on your head and I slide for you How you want me dead when I'd die for you? You [?] my brother, but I'd cry for you You went to war with all them niggas [?] want my smoke, but I'd still ride for you And deep down I know you ain't never do the same for me (Ayy) It's makin' mixed sense Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends It can make sense, it can make sense [Verse 2] Ayy, late night ride into the hood, gotta keep the thing tucked (Okay) Niggas know how to play with us 'cause we [?] dangerous (Okay) Just for the sake of the money, the fame, the love is all I wanted Ayy, brodie pull up in a [?] tryna go—, tryna go [?] Brodie said, "Fuck them niggas" and stood on his word, lil' brodie ain't sparin' nothin' I was [?] broski [?], sayin', "Fuck it, I'm stayin' here all summer" I was all ears when the beef got real and the block got hot, had to move my momma (Phew) [?] perkys too bad [?] my grandma I was heartbroke down bad and [?] like it was just me and [?] Do you remember? Do you remember? Do you remember? Oh girl, I remember (Yeah) [?] like last December, it was the coldest winter, oh, I remember, oh [Hook] Price on your head and I slide for you How you want me dead when I'd die for you? You [?] my brother, but I'd cry for you You went to war with all them niggas [?] want my smoke, but I'd still ride for you And deep down I know you ain't never do the same for me (Ayy) It's makin' mixed sense Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends Guess it's just a price I pay for all my fake friends It can make sense, it can make sense