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letra de fake friends - noah gold

[intro]
yo dt
spice it up, man
fake friends

[verse 1]
hate the way you never even call my phone, yeah
when we were friends, i used to be better alone, yeah
you are so c-cky but be sorry when i’m gone, and
i had a rocky life, it turned my heart to stone, and i’m
so gone
had it rough, no golf
i’m a dog, no bone
got a hole, ozone, yeah
if i stand tall i fall
had it all so long
now i won’t go home, whoa
i cannot call you bro
wanna fight like rome
for the sh-t you broke, and
i don’t wanna be alone
but i broke my bone
when i trust that hoe

[chorus]
got a lot of fake friends
where they f-cking make them?
i could never blame them
since i was the same then
got a lotta fake g’s
swear they wanna break me
but i get them lately
since i was the same, see
[verse 2]
huh, and that ain’t cap
you were the one that always had my back
i think you lack proper respect
gave you the knife that you put in my back
people i met yesterday said
more than you did in week, that’s a fact
you never hit me or didn’t do anything with me
you literally aren’t a friend, b-tch
boy you are so fake, i heard kim k she wants a word
i know that soon as i have cake, you sliding in my dms first
i tried my hardest not to break, when i was covered in the dirt
and then i grew out like a flower, but i guess you hadn’t heard
never learn so you can’t earn
any forgiveness, hope you burn
and buy an urn, ’cause it’s your turn
to go be murdered by my words
and i won’t even say your name
’cause i’m not the one causing pain
and no matter how much you change
we can not ever be the same
i’m on the edge
this ain’t revenge, this a confession
loyalty clearly wasn’t in your lesson
i’m not the person that you should be messing with
i’m not a person that you should be testing
you f-cking with me and i turn to a fellon
i go to the sky and rip you outta heaven
i’m ’bout to go crazy and turn into slim shady
when i get so famous, i know you’d be stanning
[beat switch]

[verse 3]
what do you think of me? (what)
i won’t put you in my symphony (i won’t)
only way that i am going down is on my girl
or it’s in f-cking history (hahaha)
if you really wanna diss at me (huh?)
you should be making more hits than me (you can’t)
if you spend all your time writing like me
only thing you’d end up with is misery (you will)
like, man, you can not tell me you proud of this (nah)
f-ck with yourself, it’s monogamous (f-ck you)
no more will you be a part of us (nah)
try to follow me, i’m farther up (you can’t)
insincere people around me i don’t see the real ones
they dead like a nautilus (they dead)
i put the song to max and i’m screaming for help
but i guess i ain’t loud enough (turn it up)

[chorus]
got a lot of fake friends
where they f-cking make them?
i could never blame them
since i was the same then
got a lotta fake g’s
swear they wanna break me
but i get them lately
since i was the same, see
[verse 4]
i relate to all your hate, i’m feeling like the enemy
remembering the better days but don’t know what you said to me
i thought that we a duo, now it’s far from you i better be
even if i could rap like eminem, don’t think i matter
he addicted to some other sh-t, he sleeping like a sedative
and screaming out my bust that i can never be ahead of it
we seeing the same color but i only see the red in it
it’s either medication or i gotta do some medative
a year ago i had no confidence, so all my bros (all my bros)
i would’ve given you forgiveness but i’m outta those (outta those)
i say the same sh-t but i’m rapping with a louder voice (louder voice)
i’m running out of f-cking paper like a bl–dy nose (bl–dy nose)
they tried to take away my flows but i’m still standing (yeah)
i figured who weren’t bros, and they ain’t happy (nah)
they jealous that my money grows, i ain’t bill handing (f-ck you)
who stayed with me through all my lows? nah, there ain’t many (they don’t)
now i drop bombs they go atomic like i’m oppenheimer (yeah)
you got no b-tches, can’t even call you a f-cking liar (yeah)
when i send that i don’t have time for you
so f-ck you and your life
instead of ‘wanna meet at mine?’, i’m not a sloppy typer (get the f-ck outta here, man)

- noah gold

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