Old friends become strangers,
New friends become dangerous,
Never does it ever let me down,’Til you have real friends,’Til you have real friends.
I got my drank poured,
I got these J’s rolled up,
No need to change clothes,
I’ll be fine in what I got on,
Keep meetin’ new hoes
And fuckin’ the same hoe once,
I tried to move on,
And end up right back inside this position.
I got a million ties,
Suits up like Tom Ford when I top back in the five,
So alive I could die right now, come back still alive,
You was fake with the handshake, now you come back still at fives,
Only One Umbrella Mob.
Left her by her grandmama crib and then I went back to the ways,
Went back to the field, had to hit it, step back for the plays,
Step back with a ten pack, made ten rack for the day,
Impact, don’t play.
Been strapped since pin strap, now I sit back on a Wraith,
Damn, look how shit changed,
Couldn’t see it back then,
Now you say you see it when I been saved.
Chick from the Himalayas, na-na-na-na-na,
When I walk up in the building, all you hear is,»
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!»
Didn’t love me at the bottom,
But they wanna love a nigga at the top though,
In it since, since Pac, now I got the bald head with the Pac flow,
Neck lookin’ like Pablo with the ki’s stuffed in the Tahoe,
Been licked since I blow out in Oslo with my eyes low.
Said I got a million ties,
You got a million ways to get it, well, I got a milly and five,
I really will donate a mill to my city, it’s gettin’ too real to survive,
Only the trillest survive,
You don’t wanna get caught up in this situation when all of my niggas arrive.
I’m back in the biddy countin’ 100, 20, 50 like this Kinder Surprise,
I open this shit up but see a surprise, when really it ain’t a surprise,
This shit just come to me naturally,
Women in love with me naturally,
She told you that she never fucked me,
But she was just fuckin’ me actually.
Top down, top down,
I’m hot now, hot now,
Lot of rap and R&
B niggas popped off my sound,
Then I hit ’em with the southpaw, switch and they all dropped down.
Cropped out, cropped out,
They got me over the blog, me and Dream dollar bill,
Rumors that we dated, gotta be faker than a three dollar bill,
I just might walk in this starless, just to show you that the star lit,
Add a bad bitch, market,
Martin tell, keep ten shots next time that I get the ball lit.
Wardrobe, crib callin’, new shit that I’m on, it’s,
Yeah, tell ’em boys that the squad lit,
All 100s, all green-blue, you swear I’m playin’ for the Hornets,
But I’m playin’ for the T-City and the Umbrella team with me.
I got a million ties, pretty Brazilian wives,
Come to my city and see how the shooters’ takin’ civilian lives,
I been out there in the field with ’em, so who am I to pick a side
Just ’cause I got legitimized to hypocrite and criticize?
Исполнитель: Tory Lanez