Fake Friends

Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Always on my mind Fucking up my vibe Nobody wants to respect the grind Old heads on my mothafucking head Don't wanna see a young man get bread Rather see a young man fail instead Rather see another one dead Media looking for clicks Praying for the gun to find the kids Praying on someone else's demise Just for them to rise, above the competition Always a battle for first place And once they get a little taste They always seem to lose a trace Of who they once were Of Where they came from And who lended a hand before the fame Fake friends, fake friends Fake, Fake Fake friends, fake friends Fake, Fake Always around for the success Then gone for the failure Come for the checks Then dip for the rest If you ain't winning then they ain't wit it It's a game for clout and insta fame And once your losing they ain't the same Then out the door, they just want the fame You don't got it then they don't even know your name They don't even know They just lost in the fake news Minds clouded by pointless shit Always acting like little kids, throwing a fit Man I'm sick of this shit Hard to find real ones The world rewards fakeness Starting to realize I'm hatin this So lost up in my own thoughts My mind is good now but soon to rot People so quick to preach Bunch of hypocrites don't follow what they teach 'Peace, love and positivity' Translates to I know saying this can get me money The world loves happily ever after So I guess I better learn to be a good actor Or soon I'll just be lost in the past Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Fake friends Always on my mind Fucking up my vibe Nobody wants to respect the grind Old heads on my mothafucking head Don't wanna see a young man get bread Rather see a young man fail instead Rather see another one dead Media looking for clicks Praying for the gun to find the kids Praying on someone else's demise Just for them to rise, above the competition Always a battle for first place And once they get a little taste They always seem to lose a trace Of who they once were Of Where they came from And who lended a hand before the fame