EST Gee - No Friends lyrics

[Intro] (FOREVERROLLING) [Verse 1: EST Gee] Still thuggin', I ain't let it change me Realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous Beach told me I'm the greatest way before I signed a major I wonder how my life would be, I ain't take that Jamaican You get a chance to kill me, take it, miss, go meet your maker Buy yeekies and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking So rich, it might not feel good when we fu*k, but she still fake it So stiff, I'm gettin' loaded daily, trauma got me anxious My only true love for my sons, any extra, they get Our bond, they couldn't brеak it, it faded, still sing your praises You the onе knew me since a baby, I could feel you changin' But give a fu*k less, ni**a, look at my success You know you a b*tch, keep rantin' 'bout me on that tough sh*t Slid behind the wheel, we hit the window, I say, "Dump, spit" We don't duck for cover, keep on busting 'til that gun click Know you miss your brother, I'm tryna help you get to where he went [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Just that type of day, they got me feeling like old Gotti Just hopped out the Hellcat, ain't fu*kin' with no more exotic Shootouts out the 'Rari, what CEO you know mobbin' with a Draco? Maybe I ain't grow up, 'cause my problems, I can't let go Yeah, old sh*t still bother me, my past still hauntin' me Still havin' dreams 'bout the plug come and frontin' me Still havin' schemes 'bout runnin' off with a hundred ni**as talkin' all this trap sh*t when I really done it ni**as pump-fakin' this smoke sh*t when they don't want it 'Cause once you disrespect me or mines, you know we on it [Verse 3: 42 Dugg] My ni**as move off of numbers like every twenty a hundred I throw it deep, doggy gone, I'm ridin' right or you wrong Put the gun down for what? Who the fu*k gon' slide for us? Neff and Rob ain't die for nothin', I miss you, I miss you more Who ain't up? Check the score, them boys been gettin' torched Chop somethin', then bend the corner, free them boys I just made five hundred, b*tch, we them boys One through six, another five comin' through, I'm yours Lil' ni**as lookin' up to the dope man Got a couple bricks, started off with four grams Gray been movin' cool, but doggy, we need more tan Yeah, ni**a, I been this turnt since '010 Ask a ni**a why, why he never wrote twin [Verse 4: EST Gee] ni**as dissed me done been shot at or been toe-tagged Water dried up and I'm glad Moski brought the coke in Thought he was a boss, then I noticed he got broke friends Every load I got for us, ni**a, I always broke bread Sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don't need no fan Youngin out the east can't spell his name, but he can dope fan Flunkies die tryna be gang, I call it smokin' Search for opps on every block, ni**as ain't drop no pin Young shiner, red zone dada, I don't need no friends fu*k you talkin' 'bout? [Outro: EST Gee] You already know what's up with me, man, it's EST Gee 5500, the big general, man BMF, AO, EST, young shiners for life Red zone 'til my head gone Pussy