And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
Snapped our friendship, you filled a treason, that spewed the demon
We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out
Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about
Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and
He was always so enthusiastic and full of excitement
Single it out,our friendship hit 8.5 on the histogram
You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan
To rapping about, what im about
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash
Our friendship grew, we were another's half
I'm about about to send their heads spinning
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out
Laughs at you and talks about
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