Yeah, it really be your bros
It's the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Damn, let me vent real quick
Got a lot I gotta get off my chest real quick
Swear to God all these niggas starting to make me sick
F*cking with my mind, got me feeling anemic
Look
Have you ever been
Drained by some leeches?
Your body freezing
The chills got you feelin' speechless
Your legs shaking
It's so numb to the bone
Can't even feel no more like a paraplegic
Gotta break a leg for good luck
(Aye)
Lost a lot of friends that's my luck
(Aye)
Used to have five, but I lost one, now I got four gotta keep my square up
These days my demons and I are getting close
When the ones I trust wanna see me overthrown
Well I suppose that's just the way that the story goes
When bros tiptoe the line between friends and foes, damn
Ride or dies lyin' to your face
Used to see eye-to-eye and now you can't relate
Sometimes the ones that put you on track will be
The ones to slide the knife in ya back
Trust comes at a price
And that's your peace of mind
When you wanna see the growth
But they wanna see you die, damn
And I practice what I preach
Yeah, it hurts when your blood starts to turn to a leech, uh
And that's facts, huh
Go watch your back, uh
Flash a little bit of cheese
And they turn to rats
Homies backin' down
When you need the backup
Women that you used to love
Will leave you last, huh
And that hurts more
Than any minor setback
When the people you put first
Will leave you dead last
Yeah, and that's just
How I feel
Been messed up too many times
To judge the fake from the real, uh
Now my heart as cold
As polar vortexes
From cold shoulders
Down to gold Rolexes
And rose gold pendants
Now my goal is to go
Toe-to-toe with foes
So I'ma go get it
Yeah, it really be your bros
It"s the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Yeah, it really be your bros
It"s the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
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Yeah, it really be your bros
It's the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Damn, let me vent real quick
Got a lot I gotta get off my chest real quick
Swear to God all these niggas starting to make me sick
F*cking with my mind, got me feeling anemic
Look
Have you ever been
Drained by some leeches?
Your body freezing
The chills got you feelin' speechless
Your legs shaking
It's so numb to the bone
Can't even feel no more like a paraplegic
Gotta break a leg for good luck
(Aye)
Lost a lot of friends that's my luck
(Aye)
Used to have five, but I lost one, now I got four gotta keep my square up
These days my demons and I are getting close
When the ones I trust wanna see me overthrown
Well I suppose that's just the way that the story goes
When bros tiptoe the line between friends and foes, damn
Ride or dies lyin' to your face
Used to see eye-to-eye and now you can't relate
Sometimes the ones that put you on track will be
The ones to slide the knife in ya back
Trust comes at a price
And that's your peace of mind
When you wanna see the growth
But they wanna see you die, damn
And I practice what I preach
Yeah, it hurts when your blood starts to turn to a leech, uh
And that's facts, huh
Go watch your back, uh
Flash a little bit of cheese
And they turn to rats
Homies backin' down
When you need the backup
Women that you used to love
Will leave you last, huh
And that hurts more
Than any minor setback
When the people you put first
Will leave you dead last
Yeah, and that's just
How I feel
Been messed up too many times
To judge the fake from the real, uh
Now my heart as cold
As polar vortexes
From cold shoulders
Down to gold Rolexes
And rose gold pendants
Now my goal is to go
Toe-to-toe with foes
So I'ma go get it
Yeah, it really be your bros
It"s the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Yeah, it really be your bros
It"s the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
It's the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Damn, let me vent real quick
Got a lot I gotta get off my chest real quick
Swear to God all these niggas starting to make me sick
F*cking with my mind, got me feeling anemic
Look
Have you ever been
Drained by some leeches?
Your body freezing
The chills got you feelin' speechless
Your legs shaking
It's so numb to the bone
Can't even feel no more like a paraplegic
Gotta break a leg for good luck
(Aye)
Lost a lot of friends that's my luck
(Aye)
Used to have five, but I lost one, now I got four gotta keep my square up
These days my demons and I are getting close
When the ones I trust wanna see me overthrown
Well I suppose that's just the way that the story goes
When bros tiptoe the line between friends and foes, damn
Ride or dies lyin' to your face
Used to see eye-to-eye and now you can't relate
Sometimes the ones that put you on track will be
The ones to slide the knife in ya back
Trust comes at a price
And that's your peace of mind
When you wanna see the growth
But they wanna see you die, damn
And I practice what I preach
Yeah, it hurts when your blood starts to turn to a leech, uh
And that's facts, huh
Go watch your back, uh
Flash a little bit of cheese
And they turn to rats
Homies backin' down
When you need the backup
Women that you used to love
Will leave you last, huh
And that hurts more
Than any minor setback
When the people you put first
Will leave you dead last
Yeah, and that's just
How I feel
Been messed up too many times
To judge the fake from the real, uh
Now my heart as cold
As polar vortexes
From cold shoulders
Down to gold Rolexes
And rose gold pendants
Now my goal is to go
Toe-to-toe with foes
So I'ma go get it
Yeah, it really be your bros
It"s the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Yeah, it really be your bros
It"s the people that you chose
Faces, faces, faces
And its really gettin' old
Like it's draining out my soul
Writer: Blessed Vargas, Jashon Green
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