Only Friend.

All along I should’ve been on the phone Calling you instead of Being all alone, and All the while you think I’m curving you, and Now it’s more Stress now that you're mad at me On the verge of gaining insanity Gradually I take it with a grain of salt Cause you really not understanding me, and I understand it’s partially my fault Lack of communication we don’t talk Running back plays like Marshall Faulk Plus you Fought everything that I thought So now you just have to sulk Call it selfish if that’s what you thought We’ve been the best of friends But now we all crossing borders Like Mexicans I look at myself in the end, and Ask myself yet again I'm I my Only friend I'm I my only friend Focused on the Benjamin For more than 3k on the yen, As I ask the infamous question How many of us have them When you have to cut them off You Don’t know what happened As they play dumb as a form of fashion Me and bros in soho Manhattan Balling boasting bragging Not worried about the phony I told You that on the first tape homie Shout outs to the real niggas who do know me As I stay low key All of the love and support they show me, & All the proceeds goes to The small fort for the trophys Up north to the west coastally New York niggas locally Dispensary’s are this best friends groceries If I rock with you then You can Smoke with me, But If you on the outside trust You don’t want No smoke with me Holding it down like I’m supposed to be Where if you don’t keep it a buck You can catch a quick buck 50 Since I’m my only friend Who Could f*ck with me