This is a song about "Let s be friends"

Can't look at you the same we used to be friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

First you said that you wanted to be friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

And a couple of em use to be friends to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

So let this message be received

Truthfully, some eye at least

I know that love it could begin

And let it be taken in

Let there be made brothers,

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