Only Friend.

All along I should’ve been on the phone
Calling you instead of Being all alone, and
All the while you think I’m curving you, and
Now it’s more Stress now that you're mad at me
On the verge of gaining insanity
Gradually I take it with a grain of salt
Cause you really not understanding me, and
I understand it’s partially my fault
Lack of communication we don’t talk
Running back plays like Marshall Faulk
Plus you Fought everything that I thought
So now you just have to sulk
Call it selfish if that’s what you thought
We’ve been the best of friends
But now we all crossing borders Like Mexicans
I look at myself in the end, and Ask myself yet again
I'm I my Only friend
I'm I my only friend
Focused on the Benjamin
For more than 3k on the yen, As
I ask the infamous question
How many of us have them
When you have to cut them off
You Don’t know what happened
As they play dumb as a form of fashion
Me and bros in soho Manhattan
Balling boasting bragging
Not worried about the phony
I told You that on the first tape homie
Shout outs to the real niggas who do know me
As I stay low key
All of the love and support they show me, &
All the proceeds goes to
The small fort for the trophys
Up north to the west coastally
New York niggas locally
Dispensary’s are this best friends groceries
If I rock with you then
You can Smoke with me, But
If you on the outside trust
You don’t want No smoke with me
Holding it down like I’m supposed to be
Where if you don’t keep it a buck
You can catch a quick buck 50
Since I’m my only friend
Who Could fuck with me