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9TAILS - Friends (prod. Mydnight) •lyrics below

Lyrics Face, face, face, yo 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 2 summers I was sweating through the V-Neck Long road ahead, but I never seem to see it Autotune Epiphanys Hard to flex a nice voice, when you comin out of the same city as the weeknd 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 scrap Real shit, do the math, buy 20 beats make 3 tracks That's about 17 for the trash 2 out of 3 of those, never really snapped Alot 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 pussy, 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 Bitch, how about your best bro, you treat him like a fan Ayy, this some real shit 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 shit When you not a real one, you ain't gotta face it No, the whole damn crew never say shit But, the whole damn 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 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 shit, 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 shit, 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 Ayy Show me your work, show me your way What should we do this time on saturday I stay 200 and 5 in a Jay, but I don't drive, and I don't got the cake