Текст Waka Flocka Flame – Real Friends (Remix)
Текст:
Intro:
With that big Russian choppa
Hit him in the head, crunch his skull like a lobster
Flame!
Verse:
I wish Dunk could be next to me, standing on these stages
Chapter of my life, let me turn a couple of pages
You know! Squad!
That’s a real friend
I wish my niggas’d stop thugging cause we got children
They say that I’m bugging, but I’m a keep it real, man
I’m awake and I see this world we building
And what, I’m a snake?
This place that I’m in, I can’t be fake
Keep it real with my fans, I ain’t fly as a plane
I’m as free as a bird
And I’m the type of nigga known for keeping his word, yah heard?
That’s just real, man
I still hide my money in the ceiling
I guess I still got that feeling
Oh the thrill for drug dealing
I spent so much money helping other people out
So I got out that fast lane, I’d rather take the scenic route
My niggas would shoot it out, so it prolly even out
Would speak about these mothafuckas that would leave a G without
Tryna see what she about
Leaving the club, she naked before she even see the house
Leave her sleeping on the couch
I just want her ass fat, she just wanna Snapchat
Her friends wanna stab back and that’s a sad fact
Cause when you play a real nigga, you never get past that, facts!
Flocka doing EDM, and I heard he vegan now
He always on tour, hear me, he could never be around
Always talking business and investments and shit
He don’t wanna hit the club and go flex on a bitch
See the truth is
Everybody wanna know how close me and Gucc is
And who I’m still cool with
I’m still a So Icy boy to the squad in me
Mama had the recipe, directed me, she the one who taught me
Never let them get the best of me
But I’m the one who got it out the mud and invested me
These pussies can’t fuck with me
I took 808s across the globe and saved the wait for all my clones
Waka is a Rolling Stone
Where I lay my hat my home, I might not be the best rapper alive
But I’ve grown as a man and I owe it all to God
Chorus:
And all my real friends, that’s real shit
That’s real spit, that’s real shit
How many of em? My real friends
My real fans, my real friends
Outro:
Gang, gang, gang, squad
Understand me?
Lil, get with the mob
Once you step in you dig what the fuck I’m saying
Got a half a ticket on my neck
Man, fuck it, it’s a whole ticket, I’m a stop being modest, man
I’m a stop lying to these niggas, bout 112 on the rhythm, mothafucka
Flockaveli 2 on the goddamn way, man, me and Whoo Kid booked til 2017
I think we’re starting in April
I ain’t ever going broke
Squad! bitch!