Fake Friends

Fake friends, fake friends, fake friends

Fake friends, fake friends, snake friends

Yeah, yeah I'm sick of fake friends and I'm sick of all the dudes

Who slander on a man for just trying to make a move

Tall poppies, carbon copies, the same person

That smiles in your face and talks shit behind a curtain

They're worthless and certainly can't persevere

And mercilessly prey on your downfall in fear

Cheers your beer but god forbid they cheer on your progress

And then they ask for shit for dirt cheap or no less

With $300 worth of powder in their pocket

I cared what you thought man but sorry bro I lost it

And frost is the cost of grafting in the shadows

Music's in my bones man I feel it in my marrow

The gallows await fake friends I'm shooting arrows

Bars with the fat content of beef tallow

A fat flow that's slippery like vaso

And when you hear it in the speak you say

Who the fuck is that bro

Fake friends, fake friends, fake friends

Fake friends, fake friends, snake friends

Yeah, so when the dogs and the rats come crawling for a feature

I hit em like the rock man, I bomb em like Batista

Sweet chin music, the stone cold stunner

All guns blazing, the suicide bomber

I'm from Cronulla, the blue line rocker

I punch like Kostya, flame Wocka Flocka

Your girlfriend I chopped her, now I got no roster

Cause flirty bitches get stitches from my missus

And fake friends and snake friends, I'm done with these lizards

Weak bitches

Fake friends, fake friends, fake friends

Fake friends, fake friends, snake friends