These Niggaz (feat. Jake Lambo & Jaque Beatz)

These niggas ain't your friend
These niggas just be fakin'
These niggas just pretend
These niggas just be fakin'

No these niggas ain't real, they're fakin' and I can tell it
I know what it is, they're talkin shit I can smell it like oh what a stench
Acting like you be ballin boy you on a bench
Told him if I do nothing then I'm getting rich
Keeping my circle small these niggas counterfeit
I'm talented it ain't no
These people trying to get closer the more that I'm getting known
They really in it pretending I thought I should let you know that

These niggas be fakin', these niggas be fakin'
You was doin' it big, they was fucking your lady
In your house on your bed, y'all used to get bread
But when it all went south, they left you for dead
Turns out the plug was crooked, dropping dimes for he fedds
He took your half of the money, left you with all of the debt
By sitting down at the table, walking out on the check
You put your neck on the line, they put their foot on your neck
They fool with everyody, they be with everybody crew and everybody posse
Who the fuck keep inviting these niggas to every party, I'm talking every party
They ain't never got a room but be at every lobby, damn

They ain't your friend, they ain't your homie
Especially when the convo starts off with this nigga
Or they all up in your pockets to see what you're holding
They're in the way like who the fuck here made this nigga goalie, woah
But I ain't worried I ain't in a hurry
Everybody doing shit for show I'll go and make it blurry
When I got the title on my belt I go and make the curry
Everybody wonder how i did it when not even jury figured
How I buried you underground, go smile with another clown
Solitary plans, solitary as I look around
And noticed that these niggas like to k-k-kick you when you're down
But the tables turn around when they cry for help don't make a sound
Now they gon' learn how