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Friends ain't friends when you switch they switch up on me
Gotta cross them off the list
Rap ain't fun no more when you pick sides on me
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Friends ain't friends when they send mixed signals
Cross them off the list at any venue
So what's on my menu
A plate full of gossip
Darq ain't tweeting but my names a trending topic, stop it, all I hear is nonsense
Coming from the bench, wanna talk about money
Wouldn't put in two cents, wouldn't dare say my name
Only if I'm not around, such squares couldn't fit up in my circle
No pounds when you see me, see me keep it moving
You better haul ass when you see me keep it moving
Cruising, tryna clear my thoughts cause my thoughts steady growing
About these blog sites thinking that everybody know em
But truth be told they Bronx 12 local, channel 68
Darqness spreading global, risk it all willingly
Kid went postal, almost cost me a brother just doing what I'm supposed to
Friends ain't friends when they switch up on you
Gotta cross em off the list
Rap ain't fun no more when they pick sides on you
Gotta cross em off the list
Still sleeping on me, still sleeping on me
Well I'ma wake em up, wake em up, wake em up
You in deep homie, six feet homie
Time to wake em up, wake em up, wake em up
I hear your little lines, better keep em subliminal
All these tough guys get decreased to a minimal
Say my name on wax, the tracks better be lyrical
Cause once I get going, holy shit they get spiritual
Wanna fall back, call a peace treaty on me
Raise the white flag up, but Darq man is greedy
Gone are the snakes in the garden weaving
On a new quest, hear my competition breathing, breathing
Yeah I hear footsteps creeping, floorboards creaking
Awww man I'm reaching
B plus rappers with styles above average
Me and the beat marriage, now label it a classic
Some say a savage, I say I'm one bastard
I been fucked by my own, don't put nothing past em
What they on, Everclear, strike a match, gas em
Merc em off the list, Darq raw, the white assassin
Friends ain't friends when they switch up on you
Gotta cross em off the list
Rap ain't fun no more when they pick sides on you
Gotta cross em off the list
Still sleeping on me, still sleeping on me
Well I'ma wake em up, wake em up, wake em up
You in deep homie, six feet homie
Time to wake em up, wake em up, wake em up
Life like a chessboard, make the wise move
Don't let it be a dumb choice causing you to lose
The queen protect king so king can claim rule
And scream out, murder, every time he check you
Whether right or wrong, the queen defends who
The question that remained, her actions already proved
With time still ticking and pawns still on the table
Rather sacrifice her, ride off on a horse stable
Make you or break you, believe the pressure's on
Stand beside, step aside, we're making gestures wrong
You barely holding on, better get a grip on it
Cause the king's southpaw, all we need is tip on it
Try to pose a threat, send a rook quick on em
Have the knights chip em down all the way and dip on em
Bishop guarded once, next time you slip on em
Gotta cross her off the list, X miss, no Chris
On em
Friends ain't friends when they switch up on you
Gotta cross em off the list,
Rap ain't fun no more
When they pick signs on you, gotta cross em off the list
Still sleeping on me, still sleeping on me
Well I'ma wake em up, wake em up, wake em up
You in deep homie, six feet homie
Time to wake em up, wake em up, wake em up
Christopher Williamson
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