Friends & Foes

Zaytoven

Where would I be without rap? Nobody really knows

Me and Gregg was sharin' clothes, but we weren't really bros

We was tryna impress them ****, kept us on our toes

I had 25 in high school like I'm Derrick Rose

I had a Glock when I met Pistol P, that's on my soul

Hat always cocked, bang to the left 'cause I grew up with the Moes

And I was thuggin' hard with shawty like I'm one of the Fours

I had some shootouts with my bronem, I had to give it and go

**** got hot, we start swapping most of 'em, still got one of the old ones, though

Might hang that **** in a frame for show, that's the one that my big bro used to throw

We ain't learn how to blow in no range, no, pop out, flame out the Wrangler door

Might could've blew out my brains, though, **** must ain't got no aim no more

**** left me in the rain some more, I found some gold in the rainbow, though

They say I got money and changed the most, please don't forget I'm still dangerous, though

Still'll walk up on a stranger, though, gangster **** run in my veins for sure

I wanna change 'em, though, know how to channel my anger, though

Oh, we ain't gone save 'em, no, where his hood at? We gon' name him, though

Oh, yeah, I'm famous, so? None of my killers want payment, though

Oh, we don't 'posed to be bangin', no, me and my ****, we hangin', though

Oh, I don't wanna be slangin' dope, this **** don't ever stop rangin', though, uh

I don't panic, uh, whips be panoramic

I was sellin' dope at my granny's, uh, Xanny's, yeah, I need a Grammy, uh

Need another big-**** mansion, uh, big yard, big-**** hammock, uh

Wrist all wet, Atlantic, ****, it's big bucks, no whammies, uh

My **** need attention, she bad as **** and she got lips like Angela

You know a young **** done ran it up, damn, I could buy her a Phantom, huh?

Where that come from? That was random, huh? Die for respect, I demand it

I was dead broke, now I'm rich, can't stand it, tell me why **** hate Randy

G Herbo, **** **** can't stand me, huh, worth a couple mill', I'm branded, uh

Special **** 'cause I'm left handed, huh, **** namin' ****, I had it

I ran through that sack like I must've forgot it, I helped **** out when I should've bought a Patek

They sneak diss a lot, but they don't want no static, you savages should be no rumor, you ratted

I bought my first pipe, cuzzo said I could have it, at G Fazo house, me and Fair in the attic

Kay Fazo was here, used to sit and imagine, then pull on they block just to shoot what we averagin'

Ladders and horses and carriages, you know we clappin' ****, opps, we embarrass 'em, aye

We ain't gon' hop out no caravan, aye, foenem might fire up yo' cameraman, aye

Real street **** I represent, long live Bapo and Hellabandz

Ain't nothin' but trappers and bappers in here, who the **** let all these rappers in?

We ain't with none of that chitchat, uh-uh, you ain't never hear no click-clack

Shawty and them ready to kidnap somethin', send his arm home in a gift wrap for 'em

Push a **** **** back some, homie and them might want some get-back for 'em

We finna slide tonight, heard his homie and them tryna have a kickback for 'em

Broski the driver, got my window rolled down in the rear back some

Just havin' fun, that's the type of **** I did, I was young

I shed a tear for my young, ****, I kill for my son

And before I met him, I was numb, let a **** feel my drum

A lot of **** think I'm dumb, I'ma just let 'em think what they want

They probably think I'm a punk, **** probably really think I ain't gon' dump

I'm the type to let 'em front, leave a **** **** all in Nieman's slumped, uh

After I feed a **** hollow tips, I need a blunt

Sick and tired of smokin' all this Gelato, ****, I need some Runtz

Finna get another one-fifty charm real quick, I need a font

Forty thousand go out every first of the month

Just for livin', always been that ****, so you never could front

Just be consistent, pulled up on some flexin' ****, like, "Yeah, ****, we did it"

Add up these digits, naw, not that, that's just a lil' million, uh, uh