Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas actin? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
These niggas bitches, and they know it
Why'd I have to notice?
Ignorance is bliss, and I'm the POTUS
I'm seeing it from the top
Yall niggas is opps
Yall niggas is hot
Yall niggas is cops
And that's facts
My girl isn't "black"
Know she wanna f*ck
Knew she wasn't wack
I'm bringin' it back
I'm spittin' that crack
I used to trap
And I used to dap up every nigga I f*cked with
That is where I f*cked up
I been feeling blessed
Familiar with the tuff Lucki
Shoutout to him, I been with you from the jump, bro
I been f*ckin' with you since the year Lil' Pump turned 12
I been living in a wishing well
Flowing through the water system, floating like a shell
Been praying for my nigga since way before he made bail
Hate to see a nigga living in a f*cking cell
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas acting? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
Cough my self to sleep, rub my hands and my feet
Cold under my sheets, thoughts are drifting in fleets
Along the waves in the sea of my being
I believe what I see a lot of the time
And all I'm seeing is me and my people making it
We naked now, we got nothing, but take it all we will
And that's adjacent to all of the other greatnesses
People fakin' it, makin' it until vacantness ate at them enough
Too much to take in, amazing how we relate to 'em
Mask Off is what you're singing, but the opposite is true
Still you feel it in your soul every time you hear that flute
There's so much shit that's going on, it makes my head hurt
I finished last, but, matter-of-factly, I'm in dead first
It's funny how people be talkin' down as if they're not walking around
With a frown on their face, not literally, but, like
You can tell just by their energy
I can tell who is or isn't kin to me
I'd rather be your friend than be your enemy
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas acting? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
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English
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas actin? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
These niggas bitches, and they know it
Why'd I have to notice?
Ignorance is bliss, and I'm the POTUS
I'm seeing it from the top
Yall niggas is opps
Yall niggas is hot
Yall niggas is cops
And that's facts
My girl isn't "black"
Know she wanna f*ck
Knew she wasn't wack
I'm bringin' it back
I'm spittin' that crack
I used to trap
And I used to dap up every nigga I f*cked with
That is where I f*cked up
I been feeling blessed
Familiar with the tuff Lucki
Shoutout to him, I been with you from the jump, bro
I been f*ckin' with you since the year Lil' Pump turned 12
I been living in a wishing well
Flowing through the water system, floating like a shell
Been praying for my nigga since way before he made bail
Hate to see a nigga living in a f*cking cell
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas acting? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
Cough my self to sleep, rub my hands and my feet
Cold under my sheets, thoughts are drifting in fleets
Along the waves in the sea of my being
I believe what I see a lot of the time
And all I'm seeing is me and my people making it
We naked now, we got nothing, but take it all we will
And that's adjacent to all of the other greatnesses
People fakin' it, makin' it until vacantness ate at them enough
Too much to take in, amazing how we relate to 'em
Mask Off is what you're singing, but the opposite is true
Still you feel it in your soul every time you hear that flute
There's so much shit that's going on, it makes my head hurt
I finished last, but, matter-of-factly, I'm in dead first
It's funny how people be talkin' down as if they're not walking around
With a frown on their face, not literally, but, like
You can tell just by their energy
I can tell who is or isn't kin to me
I'd rather be your friend than be your enemy
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas acting? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas actin? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
These niggas bitches, and they know it
Why'd I have to notice?
Ignorance is bliss, and I'm the POTUS
I'm seeing it from the top
Yall niggas is opps
Yall niggas is hot
Yall niggas is cops
And that's facts
My girl isn't "black"
Know she wanna f*ck
Knew she wasn't wack
I'm bringin' it back
I'm spittin' that crack
I used to trap
And I used to dap up every nigga I f*cked with
That is where I f*cked up
I been feeling blessed
Familiar with the tuff Lucki
Shoutout to him, I been with you from the jump, bro
I been f*ckin' with you since the year Lil' Pump turned 12
I been living in a wishing well
Flowing through the water system, floating like a shell
Been praying for my nigga since way before he made bail
Hate to see a nigga living in a f*cking cell
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas acting? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
Cough my self to sleep, rub my hands and my feet
Cold under my sheets, thoughts are drifting in fleets
Along the waves in the sea of my being
I believe what I see a lot of the time
And all I'm seeing is me and my people making it
We naked now, we got nothing, but take it all we will
And that's adjacent to all of the other greatnesses
People fakin' it, makin' it until vacantness ate at them enough
Too much to take in, amazing how we relate to 'em
Mask Off is what you're singing, but the opposite is true
Still you feel it in your soul every time you hear that flute
There's so much shit that's going on, it makes my head hurt
I finished last, but, matter-of-factly, I'm in dead first
It's funny how people be talkin' down as if they're not walking around
With a frown on their face, not literally, but, like
You can tell just by their energy
I can tell who is or isn't kin to me
I'd rather be your friend than be your enemy
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends, where my friends go?
Where my friends, where my friends
Where my friends go? Oh
Why these niggas actin' fake?
I ain't got nothin' on me
Why these niggas acting? Snake, I cut my grass and blow my tree
Where my- where my friends go? Oh
Writer: Christopher McLeod
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid