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ain't your friend - b-sinister lyrics

{verse 1}
aye w-ssup lil’ homie, you tryna’ smoke a blunt?
yo, homies till we die look at you you lil’ runt
you making my paper chea’? well how much?
cuz’ if i don’t get by 5 yo your -ss is lunch
and don’t get it twisted homie, i got your back
but the dudes around the block though you know they got the mack
they selling weed, meth, pills and they got the crack
don’t go around there or they’ll jack your whole stack
you know what though, if you ain’t got that money you could go take care of them and i don’t gotta get ugly
man i’ve always liked you i bet you’ll get it done
i don’t care what the set say man you the one
i got all the tools you need, you need a bat?
wanna’ get bl–dy bruh you know i got the gat
but if you get dimed on that’s not my fault
remember snitches get st-tches, at just one fault

{hook x2}
they say they got your back, right up till’ the end
until you get caught then man they ain’t your friend!
chasing your dreams they call you a sell out!
or get your own work the streets say you fell out!

{verse 2}
what’s crackin cuh’? you ready fo’ tonight?
we rollin’ 4 deep all black in the night
they don’t know we coming. so it’s gotta work
unless they see us coming when we cruisin’ in they turf
got the glocks loaded, sh-lls in the shotty
once we in there we’ll catch about 5 bodies
look to my left, my right, no cops in sight
kick the door open now we lighting up the night
but i caught a bullet, and now i’m down
hear the one time coming right around
i’m bleedin’ out all i see is the lil’ one catch it too
i know ima die, but he gon’ get put in the zoo
i’m losin’ consciousness i wanna put a bullet in his head
just in case i live he can’t snitch if he dead
did i make a mistake? guess i’ll have to wait
but if he makes it his brain gon’ be right on the plate

{verse 3}
they call me the lil’ one, i was always down
in the game for so long but i don’t even got half the crown
everyone i’ve ever known has just turn their back
and then they were the ones to say that snitches were wack
see i got away that night and everything was fine
thought my homie died but nah, no time to whine
but what i really think is he wanted me out
cuz’ he lived and snitched on me for that bail out
he said we should rob them folks and get it done
always rushing for money like he on a bank run
always stressin’ being down for life!
but he wouldn’t let himself take the time but just go and take my life!
cuz’ now i’m locked up. 25 to life
better hope god ain’t real cuz’ ima see him in the afterlife
huh, and they say they got your back, f-ck that!
every punk in the streets is a rat!

- b sinister lyrics

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