Jay Lanz - Dead Friends Lyrics

I been all alone, surrounded by dead friends
Steady jacking static, they ain't ready for the backend
Money comin' in, I won't meet the dead end
Shedding tears for your dead ones, that's the outcome
Every obstacle in my way, I out donned
Now they see me up, say they want some
Beatin' on my chest, like a bass drum
You don't want static, goonies jackin' redrum
Every fake in my way, I had to dead 'em

You can't pay me to be fake, no
You'd go crazy if you lived my life
Success seems to be the only way
Livin' in hell, I had to pray for better days
Ain't no luck here, it's just hard work
Niggas tryna race, who gon' make it to the top first
Put my trust in her, why'd she do me dirt
All my motivation came from hurt
They'd hate to see you win, and love to see you broke
Tellin' stories but I know it's just a hoax

Cappin' in their raps, they just sittin' on their ass
Swear they real, they ain't ever stickin' to the facts
They have no idea what it's like to stack
They likely never even touched a single rack

I been all alone, surrounded by dead friends
Steady jacking static, they ain't ready for the backend
Money comin' in, I won't meet the dead end
Shedding tears for your dead ones, that's the outcome
Every obstacle in my way, I out donned
Now they see me up, say they want some
Beatin' on my chest, like a bass drum
You don't want static, goonies jackin' redrum
Every fake in my way, I had to dead 'em

Had to cut my grass, had a lot of snakes
What is love
They'd forget me if I didn't wake
Cap, cap, cap, niggas foldin' for some hoes
Told her back up, gettin' make up on my clothes
I was there for everyone, who was there for me?
Gotta bust my ass to get where I wanna be
I ain't have a dime, no you can't eat with me
Sitting at the dinner table, all I see is empty seats
I done seen you fold, I know you can't take the heat
You lose a lot of friends when you keep it real
Got a lot of mental scars, but they gon' heal
I know what it's like to have an empty fridge
I know what it's like lookin' at the bottom of the bridge
I know what it's like to walk the streets alone
I know what it's like to have no place to go
I can tell you phony, you just livin' for the hoes
Gotta watch for the ones you call your "bros"

I been all alone, surrounded by dead friends
Steady jacking static, they ain't ready for the backend
Money comin' in, I won't meet the dead end
Shedding tears for your dead ones, that's the outcome
Every obstacle in my way, I out donned
Now they see me up, say they want some
Beatin' on my chest, like a bass drum
You don't want static, goonies jackin' redrum
Every fake in my way, I had to dead 'em