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Kick it with my niggas when i'm back at my home, Feel like they my niggas, but I really dont know, They had potential that was bigger than ya visual scope, But what they hate one me for, I promise both of us broke, Kick it with my niggas when i'm back in the O, Energies from entities is giving me don't, Memories of reasons why I feel so alone, No they aint my niggas, just some niggas I know (oh) Remember days, Before Yung was established as the mark of my Trade, Voted the least of any category I think, While most votes, I question what they doin now a days, Some paying college debt, and some well off I guess, And Some laying in grass, and some under, the rest, Prolly somewhere in the middle of coping with they stress, And researching how they can make more while doin less. Kick it with my niggas when i'm back at my home, Feel like they my niggas, but I really dont know, They had potential that was bigger than ya visual scope, But what they hate one me for, I promise both of us broke I'm seeing things from my high school class, I'm seeing travel, & babies, & things that I wish I had, I'm seeing happiness and families, and all of that, That got me thinking, yo that's great for bro, aye girl, I see yo glow, But what I'm fearing is the ones I don't, People you saw so consistently, wonder where you go, Always stuck on they phone, social media folks, Now ian dick riding, but honestly I'm hoping you post, Ion miss you, I just hope you living and healthy without an issue, I get that in them days, you ain't f*ck with the book or pencil, But how crazy it is now a days, I pray, You chose finding a trade opposed to finding a pistol. Kick it with my niggas when i'm back in the O, Energies from entities is giving me don't, Memories of reasons why I feel so alone, So no they aint my niggas, just some niggas I know (oh) Just an Outkast, But not as cool as Andre to get a pass, And not Big Boi enough to wanna stand fast, I ponder, quick to denounce who I was fond of, Starting with self, I counted them friends on a hand, And all the real ones on a fist, Being, The ones I see me chillin with again, Disappeared or cease to exist, No old friends, f*ck around and get hosed, hoed, or showed, Just how cut throat it is all over the O, I thought my hood the only one like this, but no, Ain't no Saints, reasons my family told me leave it alone. Kick it with my niggas when I'm back at my home... I feel like they my niggas but I really don't know... Kick it with my niggas when I'm back in the O... No they ain't my niggas, just some niggas I know...