Willie The Kid - Friends Turned Enemies lyrics

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Willie The Kid - Friends Turned Enemies lyrics

(LA the Darkman) Dead presidents is a dead white boy's face They say, the prison yard is a criminals myspace Where we learn treachery, how to be Scarface In the casket or in jail seems to be our place I'm the truest to ever do this, patient as a buddhist Smoking on Popeye, fighting like Brutus I used to be foolish now I'm grown with my own A couple companies couple cars a couple homes My n***as come to me when they need a small loan People getting brain tumors where they hold their cell phone High science, ghetto CNN with the pen Little n***a I don't follow, I set the trend Keeping the feds out, keep money coming in My hardest accomplishment is staying out the pen I got my first 16 grams when I was 10 Imagine how much coke I've sold since then? I'm a champion, like the hoody blowing on pounds of goody He never stopped hustling, why would he? He never loved these hoes, why should he? Hook Enemies want to be friends and friends turned to enemies The only thing don't change is your family I lay back, burning wood like a chimney Forever and ever and ever we the Emba**y (x2) (Willie the Kid) Wear gators, different color flavors Willie overlooking acres clay shooting with my neighbors And plus I got my name engraved in my gauge ageless Cognac sipping getting paper by the pages Me, never change never phased by the change n***as going through a phase they amazed by the thing They poppin' champagne spend they last on a chain So when you ain't save a thing can't blame John McCain A father to your child gotta school them to the game Your son sipping syrup can't blame Little Wayne We must become accountable, thinking's what we gotta do Consuming fast food wash it down with a Mountain Dew That's why we crazy, with headaches we feeling lazy We need some hey young worlds, Brenda's got a baby To balance out all the gun talk my rims my wrist My gat my ice my cash my bricks my b**h Sing sing battalion, bu*ton up Italian I'm styling, I miss the child with a stallion Hook Enemies want to be friends and friends turned to enemies The only thing don't change is your family I lay back, burning wood like a chimney Forever and ever and ever we the Emba**y (x2)

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