Lyrics Dax – Frienemy

I got a lot of things to get of my chest
Where was you at, when I was working the battle the best
In the back, sweaping, cleaning and stacking these checks
To take ’em and spend ’em back in what you hearing respect

Invest in something that I do and believe
Become the person I would see on the screen
Realise that realise is what I used to dream
It was nothing but time wasted when I used to sleep
I got a lot of things I wanna tell you in person
How I changed, rearanged and became a new version
New name, plus fame made a conversion
Two points, not one so the timing was perfect
I always knew that you would come right back
Out in the shadows, they patient till I blew like that
I was nice, let you ride out was cool like that
Let it slide but knew inside that you move like that
A snake in the grass, you was ready to bite
Talks smack behind my back but spend my money at night
Swing miss, never here when we needed a fight
But quick hands when you was leaning tryna mixing a sprite
A fake phony, used to call you a homie
When I was in the basement you play like you didn’t know me
Now I’m in the attic and you say now one lonely
You be all about my bread, an edition below me
Fuck you! huh, for tryna eat my shit
I should’ve never let you feast cause you didn’t work like this
Nights shifts, mob shit, put in work like this
Walk blocks, dodge cops, on a curbs like this

I got a lot of things to get of my chest
Where was you at, when I was working the battle the best

Ha, it’s your boy Dax, I had to let you go
You was steady throwing shades so how your plan won’t grow
You was steady in the grey zone, see in the show
Cause you was never making plays, you was comfortable
And that’s something I can’t have, something I can’t stand
Surround myself with people who grind and got big plans
Steady chasing greatness, not in it for new fans
Patience that erasing and flexing for new brands
It’s a fact, I will never put myself in that position
And friend of me ain’t a friend of me, turnt in that opposition
I know there’s more coming, I just pray I keep ’em distance
This is a message for you fakes, huh
Listen
Fucking come around me, man

I got a lot of things to get of my chest
Where was you at, when I was working the battle the best
In the back, sweaping, cleaning and stacking these checks
To take ’em and spend ’em back in what you hearing respect