Real Friends from Ganta by Tarli

Issa art but i think i fell in love with the brush
Homies lost in the rush
A lot of shit is going on I got no time to discuss
A lotta niggas making moves but ain’t many I trust
My lust for ambition//blurred my precision
Walk the straight and narrow til it curved my decisions
On it all day all I serve is the mission
No new friends never heard new edition
Do I deserve this
I’m Feelin’ nervous
Fake niggas round me paying lip service
And all these bitches tryna ride like it’s sturgis
Trying to make the cut like a surgeon//
I’m just wonderin who the fuck let these birds in
when it’s all said and done
And it all cools down
Will i ever hear a word from my old friends

(shit) All I need is a day ones
If you wasn’t cliquing up back in the day
ya ain’t got no say (day ones)

All I need is a day ones (day one)
If you wasnt here from the go
Then my nigga what do you know (day ones)

(chaa)

Say a prayer for my soul
Told homie I will fall through
but a nigga got goals
Let slip if I don't call you
Nigga been chasing the Grammy tho
Don't ever see when I fall through that shit feel like is a cameo
I know been on that bull like a matador
I know you hit me I told you I had to go
I know I lost control
stay by me Don't Let Me Lose My Soul
I cut both with the edge of the blade
But love for my day ones that shit never fades/

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