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faces - frenemy (feat. supa sortahuman) lyrics

yo, speakin through the holy ghost inside of me. i’m more than your average bag of bones, f-ck anatomy. average joe shmoes wanna know how i keep it up. i rap like a cold pizza b-tch, i heat it up. keep the fire lit with the gasoline i spit. rip the sh-t, leave it in the graveyard, that’s my shift, got cold. bring the haters on like some sheep in a herd. oh you came to my shows because your friends but you know all my words? still pitchin like i’m randy, k!llin pigeons. my religion is the difference between me and you, it’s nothin. inner visions of self progression. i’d rather be number one before i even consider thinking about settling. when i pick up the mic and spill out the heart in my chest, i’m expecting to hear the fans middle fingers up to the rest. chemicals in my brain let me get past all of you lames. the only reason that you’re mad is because i am not the same
if you ain’t bout it then you hatin, then you probably ahead of me. haters on my d-ck but they still wanna be my frenemy. talkin all that garbage but still tryin to be a homie. you’re a phony, and i ain’t bout that sh-t. (x2)
he’s not my homie, homie’s phony. great friends are actors, lots of snakes in the gr-ss, but they’re still not a factor. i chop em up, i cut em up while riding on my tractor. the fact of the matter is it really don’t even matter. as a matter of a fact i feel relief from my bladder. p-ssin on you p-ssin off, and i never felt gladder. never lookin back at haters as i climb up this ladder. stayin grounded yet elevated while haters feelin sadder. people love having conversations bout people that aren’t even present. and they quick to judging, act like if they have more intelligence. but i tend to tell it like it is, bullsh-t is irrelevant. keeping it one hundred seems to be their favorite negligence. that’s why i’m doin forty outside of your residence. talk out the ugly man, tell those hoes i’m a skeleton. some so called friends, are just really your enemies. call them b-tches are frenemies and they have hoe-ish tendencies
if you ain’t bout it then you hatin, then you probably ahead of me. haters on my d-ck but they still wanna be my frenemy. talkin all that garbage but still tryin to be a homie. you’re a phony, and i ain’t bout that sh-t. (x2)

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