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Fake Friends

from The Flyest on Papyrus by Terrence Wood

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Intro:

I look a man in his eye, give’em a firm shake
and from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake
I look a man in his eye, give’em a firm shake
and from that alone see I can tell the real from the fake

Verse 1:

They say the eyes are the window to the soul
I can see through right through your heart, I start to pick you apart
I tell you man, I should nickname these cats cellophane
from the second I shake they hand, I feel no love it ain't the same
four finger ring, just like Radio Raheem, love or hate?
this man don’t respect me, I can tell that from his shake
it ain't a thing, it don’t hardly irk me
no need to slap yo ass like Rick James did Charlie Murphy
I just keep it moving, cause ain't no time for hatin'
they say rejection is the fuel for the engine of motivation
mines a V-12 big block, buying out your little shares with my big stock
this is deeper than some hip hop

Hook:

Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout

Verse 2:

ayo some these rap cats they be hatin' the same
fly first class with them, they just snakes on a plane
do dirt they squeal on you like the brakes on a train
or like a pig, talkin' greasy man they fake it's a shame
quick to bite your back out with that lying ass perjury
it's time to trim the fat gastric bypass surgery
drop the dead weight and leave you out there in the cold fog
man's best friend, I put you down like a old dog
homie, I use that term loosely but in my case
I'm choosy with who I call a friend like this was Myspace
you off the buddy list, you dirty with the cruddiness
throw you in the flames it's a shame it had to come to this
I don't care, it's beyond repair, you're in the red with it
extend this olive branch then hit you in the head with it
used to be cool, now it's rare we speaking
gotta tell you again cause some things bear repeating

Hook:

Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout

Verse 3:

Make peace fuck peace I don't need no intervener
come hell or high water like Hurricane Katrina
be the day that I patch up this levy this beef is heavy
let lying dogs lay is what they say but I ain't ready
cause it's petty over fetty fake friends is trife
cost a hundred dollars just for you to stay out my life
that's how much you borrowed and vanished
managed to take advantage
what your plan is? I don't understand this like you speaking Spanish
it's ill, I was warned by Ecstasy and Jalil
watched friends disappear like Whodini for real
I never lie on my clique, I'd rather lie in some shit
I'd rather stick a Q-tip up in the eye of my dick
before I'm labeled as unfaithful and unable to be trusted
now this friendship isn't stable like a table that's all rusted
no need to discuss it, all the talk is getting played out
like last year's gear fake friends is getting phased out

Hook:

Cause you's a fake friend, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout
fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
you think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
and they smile in your face and talk about you while you're walking out
and back stab you like them O'Jays was talkin' bout

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from The Flyest on Papyrus, released February 18, 2021
Written by Terrence Wood (Side Effect)
Produced by Sparkz Mentalz

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