Old Friends x New Foes

Old friends become strangers

New friends become dangerous

Never does it ever let me down

'Til you have real friends

'Til you have real friends

I got my drank poured

I got these j's rolled up

No need to change clothes

I'll be fine in what I got on

Keep meeting new hoes

And fucking the same hoe once

I tried to move on

And end up right back inside this position

I got a million ties

Shoe talk like Tom Ford when I top back in the five

So alive I could die right now, come back still alive

You was fake with the handshake, now you come back still at fives

Only One Umbrella mob

Left her by her grandmama crib and then I went back to the ways

Went back to the field, had to hit a step-back for the plays

Step back with a 10 pack, made 10 rack for today

Impact, don't play

Been strapped since pin strap now I sit back on a Wraith

Damn, look how shit changed

Couldn't see it back then, now you say you seein' what I been sayin'

Chick from the Himalayas, na na na, na na

When I walk up in the buildin', all you hear is ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy

Didn't love me at the bottom but they wanna love a nigga at the top though

In the six since Pac died, got the bald head with the Pac flow

Neck lookin' like Pablo with the ki's stuffed in the Tahoe

Been lit since I blow out in Oslo with my eyes low

Said I got a million ties

You got a million ways to get it, well, I got a milly and five

I really will donate a mill to my city, it's gettin' too real to survive

Only the trillest survive

You don't wanna get caught up in this situation when all of my niggas arrive

I'm back in the biddy, countin' 120, 50, like this kid surprise

I open this shit up but see a surprise, when really it ain't a surprise

This shit just come to me naturally

Women, they lovin' me naturally

She told you that she never fucked me

But she was just fuckin' me actually

Top down, top down

I'm hot now, hot now

Lot of rap and R&B niggas popped off my sound

Then I hit 'em with the South Paw, switch and they all dropped down

Cropped out, cropped out

They got me over the block

Me and dream dollar bill

Rumors that we dated, gotta be faker than a 3 dollar bill

I just might walk in to Starless

Just to show you that the star lit

Add a bad bitch, market

Martin tell, keep 10 shots next time that I get the ball lit

Wardrobe, crib callin'

New shit that I'm on, it's

Yeah, tell 'em boys that the squad lit

All 100s, all green blue, you swear I'm playin' for the Hornets

But I'm playin' for the T City and the Umbrella team with me

I got a million ties

Pretty Brazilian wives

Come to my city and see how the shooters'll takin' civilian lives

I been out there in the field with 'em, so who am I to pick a side?

Just 'cause I got legitimized, to hypocrite and criticize