Friends

Something like a buddy, didn’t really love me

You made my lifestyle ugly, man, you wasn’t my friend

I trusted and believed in you man,

I ignored all the people who said:“

Watch out for your friends"I used to try to watch for the cops but my pops said:“Brian you should stop, you should watch for your friends”I wish I would’ve listened to him, He said:“Friends, sometimes they’ll try and make you sin”You made me not only sinYou made my temper shorter than NapoleonWould shoot whenever you told me whenMet you when I was only ten, now it’s only beenTwo and a half years since I left youI can’t lie, sometimes when I’m aloneI want to pick up the phone like, what up, holmesInstead, I go in the zone and spit poems in the microphoneTalking to you is something to do,but I be calling Ricker’s homeYou insisted on making me sinYou ain’t love me, you was making pretendYou wasn’t my friendMy auntie, my uncle and themThey used to tell me again and again:“Watch out for your friends”My momma couldn’t never comprehendSaid, “You won’t even do it for me, but you’ll do it for your friends”Wish I would have listened to themThey said: “Friends, sometimes they’ll try to make you sin”You ain’t no friend of mineYou a waste of my time