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9tails - friends lyrics

[intro]
face, face, face, yo

[verse]
remember i was outside of the phoenix
first venue, i couldn’t believe it
big brother throw me up so i can crowdsurf
write that, music changed me 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 of the same city as the weekend
taking 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 scr-p
real sh-t, do the math, buy twenty beats make three tracks
that’s about seventeen for the trash
two out of three of those, never really snapped
a lot of weak flows, sittin’ on a matt
take a break in the week hoe, smokin’ in the back
lot of fake friends, get into the p-ssy
only hit it how they talkin’ when they hit it from the back
see the beef grow, they ain’t sayin nothin, doin nothin
they just wanna grow, want the money fast
wanna wear the clothes, wanna roll the dope
they don’t wanna never wanna pick a side
they just pick a brand, careful when you pick a mans
b-tch, how about your best bro, you treat him like a fan
ayy, this some real sh-t
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 on some snake sh-t
when you not a real one, you ain’t gotta face it
no, the whole d-mn crew never say sh-t
but, the whole d-mn crew gonna dip set
when the situation in the favor of the real friends
either real friends, got a aura on them
you can feel the realness, everything they say hit the feelings
they know your famlily, and the building you grew up in
are the day ones, are the cousins
you ain’t gonna say nothin you a disappointment
had a real great group and then you soiled it
had a real great heart then you showed me what is a real

[chorus]
young curly hair kid in a maxim with the homie at the wheel
we smoked it, get a ride, and we slide, then you know the deal
tired of the fake sh-t, drop it all and show me what is real
tell me how you really feel, homie show me what is real
young curly hair kid in a maxim with the homie at the wheel
we smoked it, get a ride, and we slide, then you know the deal
tired of the fake sh-t, drop it all and show me what is real
tell me how you really feel
how you really feel, how you really feel
how you really feel, how you really feel
how you really feel, tell me how you really feel (ay)
show me your work, show me your way
what should we do this time on sat-rday
i stay two hundred and five in a jay
but i don’t drive, and i don’t got the cake

- 9tails lyrics

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