Fye Fye

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[Intro] (Tuned up) Ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Fuck a friendship, we should've kept it You ain't a reaper if you let 'em live One day, we together, the next, we benefits Life moving so fast, got me bendin' shit They'd probably kill me for the Benjamins Bite the hand that feed 'em for a diamond ring Think I got amnesia, forgettin' everything They run down the wrong way, a lot of shots rang [Verse] We grow up so fast Why we young, feelin' like we ain't gon' last? Only God knows, He the one who put us through this task And I can't stop smokin' dead guys, designer ash Ain't wanna be seen out in public, go get you a mask They probably hate me, but they gotta respect me, I speak facts Can't be on no lil' boy shit no more, now time hit me fast Light the candles, it's gettin' dark, where shorty at? Why I do that to myself? I fuck you once, can't call me back I was stuck up in my mind I had to wake up, see my worth, now I'm grown, don't be surprised Since I was a jit, I wasn't droppin' no tears, now you got me cryin' Man, the slums got me wildin' This turn you psycho at its finest Baby girl, you the finest One day, probably matchin' diamonds Trappin', clappin', now it's albums 41 Glock, feel like a Maverick When you goin' up in your status, gotta avoid the static They see how they did the shootin' star, hope they all vanish The way they did my brother, got out of my bed, I almost panicked My mind stuck in the buildings, left abandoned They broke that shit and told us go, so I felt stranded They tried to frame us for nothin', look at the picture now This 'fit ain't Amiri, this is Who Decides War, somehow, I still can't figure out So geeked, did I take the right amount? There was more peace when we was runnin' 'round [Chorus] Fuck a friendship, we should've kept it You ain't a reaper if you let 'em live One day, we together, the next, we benefits Life moving so fast, got me bendin' shit They'd probably kill me for the Benjamins Bite the hand that feed 'em for a diamond ring Think I got amnesia, forgettin' everything They run down the wrong way, a lot of shots rang [Outro] Fye, fye Fye, fye Huh, huh Yeah Huh
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- Duvy