Friends lyrics

Artist  : Z-ro 
Song : Friends



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f/ Cl'Che, Den Den







[Z-Ro]



I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only
got some



Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith
up in my shotgun



Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the
past



16 years old trying to get into Boomerang,
smelling all our lil cash



Now it's like we never knew eachother,
motherfuckers act strange



It's like they got intentions, on putting bullets
up in my brain



Why they can't look me in my eyes no mo'



Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama
ain't gotta to cry no mo'



I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood,
make a lot of rich friends



But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all
the richness end



Tell him to come watch me perform, but they don't
go, and if I'm



Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming
but they don't show



Picture me walking down the feeter, everybody
masking me up



Oh good it's that nigga from the hood, chunking a
deuce passing me up



That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight
hoe, smoking and thinking



When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin
Franklin cause uh







[Hook - 2x]



Friends just ain't friends no more



Ain't no love, cause money is all we adore



Friends just ain't friends no more



I don't need you motherfuckers round me







[Cl'Che]



Most of these hoes say they your friend, but they
really ain't down



Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same
hoes don't come round



The main hoes that talk down, most friends turn
to foes



That's just the way it go down, that's why I stay
blowing pounds



Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same,
help maintain



And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit
people bring



Cause the world is full of evil mayn



That's why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and
these hoes



I be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger
seat







[Den Den]



First he's riding high, now he busting Mack
10's



Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come
back again



There ain't no returning with the fuck shit,
that's why I murder with one click



These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit
for one sill



But claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch
you ain't down with



Just another fake friend, trying to chop the
Benz



Helping to plead my ends, looking for a win



Lying with a grin, trying to sneak back in







[Hook - 2x]







[Z-Ro]



Remember back in '97, we was living it up



If they had it and we wanted it, they was giving
it up



Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our
first song together



Matter of fact, we smoked our first zone
together



Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking
that you running thangs



But you ain't running a damn thang but your
mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga



Going against the grain, cause you done made a
lil change



But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I
gotta remain the same



I had visions of us balling together, pulling up
at the Past at New Orleans



Together, everyday all day shot calling together,
but now I'm only rolling solo



Don't get it twisted I still got love for my
niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo'



Cause everybody want me to do, what they want me
to do



And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay
full of embalming fluid



But you know what you can do for me, give me a
whole lot of leave me alone



Cause the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas
of his own and uh







[Hook - 2x]