Emilio Rojas - Real Friends (Freestyle) lyrics

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Emilio Rojas - Real Friends (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] Real friends, how many of us? How many of us? How many of us, huh? Real friends, how many of us? Yeah, how many of us? Yeah, aye, yeah, aye You was sending me a text: “I’m in the hospital” Saying that you overdosed on Xanax Yeah, all them pills that they poppin’ now, they toxic though Might as well be gettin’ high on anthrax Yeah, we ain’t friends though, we were more like kinfolk If you dyin’ on them Benzos, how we ‘posed to whip a Benzo, huh? It was crazy when you lyin’ in that bed though On the 24 watch, nurses eyin’ from the next door IVs in the vessels of your veins, you kept it all inside Ain’t express what’s in your brain, they mad at you for tryin’ I’m just happy you got saved, you coulda f**in’ died But your life got in the way, real sh** Ain’t talk to God in a while before today So this is not a verse really, I’m just tryna pray Uh, and you were missin’ the one that you thought you had And then your anniversary pa**ed and it brought you back You sippin’ on a 40 and poppin’ like 40 xans f** trippin’ over shorties, act more like you 40 fam Love shouldn’t make you wanna die, it make you wanna live And I ain’t mad at you homie, ain’t nothin’ to forgive You only get one life, you could find another chick All of us is here when you sufferin’ [Verse 2: Emilio Rojas] Real friends, how many of us? How many of us? How many of us? Real friends, how many of us? How many of us? Don’t got friends, I got brothers We look out for each other, that’s why the circle is small Quick to cut someone off just like a circular saw I don’t give second chances if you hurt me before Spent my life buildin’ walls so I could forward your call Some will deal with depression, others deal with anxiety Some are fightin’ addiction and strugglin’ with sobriety Feelin’ alienated ‘cause they don’t fit with society Torn between who they are and who they try to be For some, it’s liquor and women, others pick the syringes Nowadays, it’s the sh** that you can get in prescriptions ‘Cause the drug companies, they give physicians incentives So half of the symptoms that we get, they invented I remember when my best friend was detoxin’ Yeah, yeah, from Percocet to Methadone to Suboxone The only time that she wakin’ up was when she vomit No color in her face, she was pale and lookin’ jaundice She pull up to the crib, I had to check her for pills Shook her purse out on the floor, man, it still give me chills Man, she’s not an addict, she’s a f**in’ person Take her humanity away and the d** will worsen, real friends

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