Friends Like You (In My Prime)

There is no excuse For all the things you do You made your bed Now lie in it with all the friends you choose This is fucking insane In the fucking membrane Why you gotta be so fake Get the fuck up of my stage You know everybody hates You over think the things you say There's no shortage of the state but your bitch ass run away Yeah Gess you need to find yourself before you go Seems like all you want to do is smoke some weed or buy some blow Dic you ever find your flow Wile you were on the road I guess not Cause I hear the last thing that you wrote If I jump my boy jumps If I shoot my man shoots I got enemies I don't really need friends like you If I jump my boy jumps If I shoot my man shoots I got enemies I don't really need friends like you Pajama sam Tone them high hats down Till this base drowns Out every other speaker around this town Homie if you can not handle then get out the hammock I was just tired of you taking advantage Ask me about my town Homie I ran it Pullin up getting some head wile in transit Got no time I'm a mountain you a mole hill Amount to nothin. How many record you sold still I'm just tryin get by All you do is get high If you come in my lane Cause you don't know how to drive Red wine cabernet Got no words to define me but Devine Cause I'm in my prime I've hit my stride Im on my grind You where right this fine life it required time You always try make money then Lemmy drop a dime Got no words to define me but Devine Cause I'm in my prime I've hit my stride Im on my grind You where right this fine life it required time You always try make money then Lemmy drop a dime If I jump my boy jumps If I shoot my man shoots I got enemies I don't really need friends like you If I jump my boy jumps If I shoot my man shoots I got enemies I don't really need friends like you Friend like you Smart kid making stupid money Can't do this shit with just anybody Smart kid making stupid money Cruising Mulholland in my red Maserati Smart kid making stupid money Can't do this shit with just anybody Smart kid making stupid money Cruising Mulholland in my red Maserati I implore you to listen Take notes cause this is my lesson What exactly you tryna teach when you rapping these back confession Cloud rappers in the intone i'm running the intersections Stop these fuckers hand they mother some of that contraception The differnce between being great, and just making a living Cool you made on track homie but you forgot the feeling Lyrics so far unforgiving Where in the fuck is my ceiling Excuse me for being short I'm just busy cutting these ribbons If I jump my boy jumps If I shoot my man shoots I got enemies I don't really need friends like you If I jump my boy jumps If I shoot my man shoots I got enemies I don't really need friends like you Don't really need friends like you