These Niggaz (feat. Jake Lambo & Jaque Beatz)

These niggas ain't your friend

These niggas just be fakin'

These niggas just pretend

These niggas just be fakin'

No these niggas ain't real, they're fakin' and I can tell it

I know what it is, they're talkin shit I can smell it like oh what a stench

Acting like you be ballin boy you on a bench

Told him if I do nothing then I'm getting rich

Keeping my circle small these niggas counterfeit

I'm talented it ain't no

These people trying to get closer the more that I'm getting known

They really in it pretending I thought I should let you know that

These niggas be fakin', these niggas be fakin'

You was doin' it big, they was fucking your lady

In your house on your bed, y'all used to get bread

But when it all went south, they left you for dead

Turns out the plug was crooked, dropping dimes for he fedds

He took your half of the money, left you with all of the debt

By sitting down at the table, walking out on the check

You put your neck on the line, they put their foot on your neck

They fool with everyody, they be with everybody crew and everybody posse

Who the fuck keep inviting these niggas to every party, I'm talking every party

They ain't never got a room but be at every lobby, damn

They ain't your friend, they ain't your homie

Especially when the convo starts off with this nigga

Or they all up in your pockets to see what you're holding

They're in the way like who the fuck here made this nigga goalie, woah

But I ain't worried I ain't in a hurry

Everybody doing shit for show I'll go and make it blurry

When I got the title on my belt I go and make the curry

Everybody wonder how i did it when not even jury figured

How I buried you underground, go smile with another clown

Solitary plans, solitary as I look around

And noticed that these niggas like to k-k-kick you when you're down

But the tables turn around when they cry for help don't make a sound

Now they gon' learn how