Текст песни Frienemies - Explicit Album Version - Jim Jones
This
shit
is
fucked
up
'cause
some
niggas
call
it
tough
love
It's
crazy
'cause
you
might
know
a
nigga
all
your
life
And
he
got
a
twisted
alterier
motive
And
he
just
wanna
see
you
do
bad
See
a
smile
on
your
face
all
day
So
he
just
acting
like
your
friend
when
he
is
really
your
enemy
Or
your
best
friend
can
become
your
enemy
Through
the,
through
the
the
jealousy
so
we
call
those
frienemies
Knew
him
since
a
child,
played
cops
and
robbers
My
best
partner
grew
up
to
be
monsters
Stayed
in
my
crib,
ate
out
my
fridge
We
was
on
a
grind,
even
wore
the
same
clothes
My
brother,
fucked
the
same
hoes
His
beef
was
mine,
even
had
the
same
foe
We
was
inseparable,
joined
at
the
hip
I
let
you
get
the
checks,
I
kept
the
joints
on
the
hit
And
what
happened,
the
sneaky
hating
Niggas
in
your
ear
and
a
plan
deviating
Snakes
in
the
grass
just
waiting
for
the
moment
Niggaz
on
your
team
and
they're
really
your
opponent
Play
the
game
and
you
know
goes
booments
Mama
said
friends
come
by
the
dozen
Know
I'm
feeling
for
their
guns
when
I
hug
em
I
hate
them
from
a
close,
from
a
distance
I
could
love
em
Frienemies,
frienemies
The
ones
you
kept
close,
the
ones
you
love
the
most
Frienemies
You
know
who
you
kiss,
you
know
who
you
lift
This
shit
is
getting
scary
Frenemies,
frienemies
The
ones
you
kept
secret,
you
had
plans
to
make
it
Frienemies
You
can
smell
the
danger
Over
the
money
best
friends
become
strangers
Bailed
you
out
of
jail,
wait,
let
me
backtrack
First
you
came
home
then
I
got
your
ass
a
deal
Fresh
out
the
can,
signed
a
quarter
mill
Running
through
the
paper,
buying
copes
and
popping
pills
Money
got
low,
you
started
acting
ill
You
grew
desperation,
once
again
you
got
nailed
Someone
got
killed,
conspiracy
And
even
still
I
bailed
you
out
of
jail
Without
me
you
would
be
facing
in
a
pale
But
who
knew
dis,
you
would
be
Judas
But
in
the
process
flew
you
in
the
world
Put
diamonds
on
your
neck
like
you
was
my
little
girl
Put
money
in
your
pocket
like
you
was
my
son
Su
Food
in
your
stomach
like
you
was
my
son
Pooh
The
streets
talk,
heard
you
partnered
Tru
Now
you
talkin'
shit
like
you
really
wanna
do
it
A
will-wack
the
type
that
deceive
you
Your
mama
should
have
told
you
never
bite
the
hand
that
feed
you
Caught
me
off
guard,
I
met
you
through
my
man
I
let
my
guards
down
and
accepted
you
as
fam
Told
you
get
a
chair,
let
you
eat
at
the
table
Never
thought
that
he
would
be
ungrateful
But
guess
what,
I
own
the
pub
and
the
label
So
if
a
nigga
feeling
itchy,
I
got
killers
on
the
paper
Frienemies,
frienemies
The
ones
you
kept
close,
the
ones
you
love
the
most
Frienemies
You
know
who
you
kiss,
you
know
who
you
lift
This
shit
is
getting
scary
Frenemies,
frienemies
The
ones
you
kept
secret,
you
had
plans
to
make
it
Frienemies
You
can
smell
the
danger
Over
the
money
best
friends
become
strangers
Hope
y'all
paying
attention,
keep
y'all
eyes
open
Hope
I
ain't
wasting
my
breathe
About
this
shit
that
I'm
talking
about
'cause
it's
so
real
You
gotta
watch
these
niggas
around
you
'Cause
you
never
know
whose
who
now
a
days
And
all
of
our
love
we
be
showing
They
might
not
be
showing
the
same
type
of
love
back
Matter
of
fact
they
might
not
be
in
there
for
your
best
interest
See
an
alterier
motive
is
hard
to
see
when
You've
known
a
person
for
so
long
Or
you've
became
a
custom
to
their
ways
But
you
gotta
stay
on
fifty,
you
gotta
stay
on
fifty
'Cause
you
got
some
people
that
think
like
If
niggas
is
moving
fast
like
that
then
karma
will
get
em
But
sometimes
karma
don't
come
around
fast
enough
To
handle
the
situation
But
sometimes
for
us
to
learn
a
lesson
we
go
way
to
far
Then
the
consequences
become
way
too
heavy
That's
what
I'm
trying
to
let
learn
from
experience
And
please
don't
be
naive
to
the
fact
that
the
nigga
next
to
you
Could
be
the
nigga
that
set
you
up
for
failure
or
even
kill
you
You
know
how
the
game
go
and
you
gotta
watch
these
bitches
These
trifilling
bitches,
man,
they
set
you
up
for
failure
too
You
know,
they're
in
there
for
the
money,
man,
gold
digging
bitches
It's
a
fucked
up
world
but
you
probably
won't
even
get
a
chance
You
know,
might
put
you
up
in
a
gang
Frienemies
1 Album Intro (feat. Starr) - Explicit Album Version
2 Pulling Me Back (feat. Chink Santana) - Explicit Album Version
3 Let It Out - Explicit Album Version
4 How To Be A Boss (feat. Ludacris & NOE) - Explicit Album Version
5 Medicine (feat. NOE & Chink Santana) - Explicit Album Version
6 Frienemies - Explicit Album Version
7 Precious (feat. Ryan Leslie) - Explicit Album Version
8 Blow The Bank (feat. Oshy) - Explicit Album Version
9 This Is For My Bitches (feat. Oshy) - Explicit Album Version
10 Girlfriend (feat. Juelz Santana & Oshy) - Explicit Album Version
11 This Is The Life (feat. Starr) - Explicit Album Version
12 My My My (feat. Rawanna) - Explicit Album Version
13 Pop Off (feat. NOE & Mel Matrix) - Explicit Album Version
14 Pop Champagne
15 Rain (feat. Rell, NOE & Starr) - Explicit Album Version
16 Na Na Nana Na Na (feat. Bree-beauty) - Explicit Album Version
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