TRY TO BE FRIENDS ft. SOMANDLA NIGEL Lyrics

Shout out to Backroom Projects

Big shout out to the Backroom Projects

(Now we're going back to square one, making fire)

Mmm, ahh

Yeah, up in the morning and I feel like I ain't even slept

Life is a bitch, I flip the switch and get the kiss of death

Beyond time and I sold my soul just to learn rhymin

So now I'm climbin' the game's ladder with no declinin

I soar higher and higher, these niggas cryin' more

Tryna see my future, I'm leavin' y'all with sore eyes

I'm never quick to call a dude a friend, it's ill-advised

Now sit down and let me tell you why, why

Tryna be friends but I fail to do that, uh

Tryna be friends but I gotta make a track, uh

Tryna be friends but I never wanna rap, uh

Tryna be friends so I gotta make a plaque, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

We ain't gotta be friends if you're gonna go pretend

I ain't need you in the end

Said I was lost for the most of it, filled with envy and hopelessness

I really am potent with the vocals, I ain't notice it

I really am focused on makin' beats so you notice it

I really was vocal with the pen and no one noticed besides me

Stick with the paper like Siamese.

Had a pen

Meanin' I wrote rhymes as a kid

With dreams of just gettin' signed for dope lines I admit

But dreams die and you're just forced to survive and not live

So how can I give to flyin' fucks and shits about who's comin' next

And claims to be my friend but they was never there in the inception

And doesn't have a picture with me of my adolescence

But who am I to call it, after all I'm bad at guessing

So depressing, they ain't no more questions cause we know you out

Gotta hang with niggas that understand what the talk about

In other words what we sayin' is fuck what you talkin' bout

And fuck what you all about, I got me a different route

I'm hella armed and demigod,

Attacking fraudulent characteristics of a very odd character in my hit list

Another statistic prick thinkin' he shit

But this is just another daily exercise where I despise victims

I recognize lies when vibes die, eyes wide open

I don't like to talk, I'd rather smile

I try hopin' that these people real, so I pick up on the phone

But if I don't, then you know that I be better off alone

Tryna be friends but I fail to do that

Tryna be friends but I gotta make a track

Tryna be friends but I never wanna rap

Tryna be friends so I gotta make a plaque

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

We ain't gotta be friends if you're gonna go pretend

I ain't need you in the end