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wes crave - friend 2 foe (f2f) lyrics

[hook]

n-ggas be claimin’ they bro
n-ggas i don’t even know
tellin’ me they gon’ shoot for me
but shootin’ for me on the low
i got no time for the games
i got no time for the jokes
level up i level up
this for my friends turned to foes
yea my friends turned to foes

(x2)

this for my friends turned to foes
snakes in the gr-ss, i be k!llin’ them slow
n-ggas ain’t help all them days i was broke
say they gon’ ride but then plot on the low
say they gon’ shoot but then shoot on low
come in face and they screamin’ out bro
i got no time for the games and the jokes
had to turn some of my friends into foes (woah)

[verse 1: wes crave]

n-ggas be claimin’ they bro
smile in your face and they hate on the low
had to turn some of my friends into foes
man these n-ggas venom i had to let go
money the motive that bag overload
f-ck wit the bag i will aim and then shoot
come from bottom i’m hungry as ever
i hustle in rain and the sleet and the snow (woah)
level up i level up
you could call me what you want
n-ggas hatin on me cuz i’m shinin’ really really i don’t give a f-ck
link on my neck and that b-tch is shinin’
sittin’ back daring a n-gga try me
everything i got that came from the hustle
working that clock i was steady grindin’
n-ggas expecting a hand out
they reachin’ i’m smackin’ they hand down
in front me they claimin’ my mans now
behind me they draggin my name down
light up a blunt wit some loud
ain’t f-ck wit me then don’t f-ck wit me now
homie don’t play that you move like a clown
watch when you pull up i’m puttin’ you down (lit)

[hook]

(x2)

[verse 2: wes crave]

had to tightin up the club
now every n-gga im around like blood
i don’t really like to f-ck wit new n-ggas
the fake ones always start as cool n-ggas
kush in my blunt and light it up
lost in the dark had to brighten up
these n-ggas ain’t wit me, these n-ggas ain’t for me
they might to try line me, they might try to zoe me
i come from the bottom wit snakes in the gr-ss
and the ops in the cut and they ready to blast
i know some homies i thought was my homies, that’s waiting to move soon as i turn my back
money the motivate that sh-t keep it goin’, man f-ck all these haters and get to the bag
get in my bag and make these n-ggas mad
switch out the beamer then whip in the benz (woah)
level up i level up
you could call me what you want
n-ggas hatin on me cuz i’m shinin’ really really i don’t give a f-ck
link on my neck and its shinin’, flooded in diamonds
youngin’ just tryna make cents outta grindin’
stack up them commas, take care of momma
tryna avoid all the drama
but it’s like that sh-t impossible
cuz when you do good n-ggas watchin’ you
can’t stand to see that you all the way up, so they look to find ways to try stoppin’ you
claim they got ride and they got pop for you
same n-ggas might end up poppin’ you (yeah)
you ain’t go no friends in this game, so i keep my eyes open expecting a change
n-ggas expecting a hand out
they reachin i’m smackin they hand down
in front me they claimin my mans now
behind me they draggin my name down
light up a blunt wit some loud
ain’t f-ck wit me then don’t f-ck wit me now
homie don’t play that you move like a clown
watch when i pull up i’m puttin’ you down (lit)

[hook]

(x2)

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