Jim Jones - Frienemies lyrics

rate me

This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love

It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life

And he got a twisted alterier motive

And he just wanna see you do bad

See a smile on your face all day

So he just acting like your friend when he is really your enemy

Or your best friend can become your enemy

Through the, through the the jealousy so we call those frienemies

Knew him since a child, played cops and robbers

My best partner grew up to be monsters

Stayed in my crib, ate out my fridge

We was on a grind, even wore the same clothes

My brother, fucked the same hoes

His beef was mine, even had the same foe

We was inseparable, joined at the hip

I let you get the checks, I kept the joints on the hit

And what happened, the sneaky hating

Niggas in your ear and a plan deviating

Snakes in the grass just waiting for the moment

Niggaz on your team and they're really your opponent

Play the game and you know goes booments

Mama said friends come by the dozen

Know I'm feeling for their guns when I hug em'

I hate them from a close, from a distance I could love em'

Frienemies, frienemies

The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most

Frienemies

You know who you kiss, you know who you lift

This shit is getting scary

Frenemies, frienemies

The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it

Frienemies

You can smell the danger

Over the money best friends become strangers

Bailed you out of jail, wait, let me backtrack

First you came home then I got your ass a deal

Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill

Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills

Money got low, you started acting I'll

You grew desperation, once again you got nailed

Someone got killed, conspiracy

And even still I bailed you out of jail

Without me you would be facing in a pale

But who knew dis, you would be Judas

But in the process flew you in the world

Put diamonds on your neck like you was my little girl

Put money in your pocket like you was my son Su

Food in your stomach like you was my son Pooh

The streets talk, heard you partnered Tru

Now you talkin' shit like you really wanna do it

A will-wack the type that deceive you

Your mama should have told you never bite the hand that feed you

Caught me off guard, I met you through my man

I let my guards down and accepted you as fam

Told you get a chair, let you eat at the table

Never thought that he would be ungrateful

But guess what, I own the pub and the label

So if a nigga feeling itchy, I got killers on the paper

Frienemies, frienemies

The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most

Frienemies

You know who you kiss, you know who you lift

This shit is getting scary

Frenemies, frienemies

The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it

Frienemies

You can smell the danger

Over the money best friends become strangers

Hope y'all paying attention, keep y'all eyes open

Hope I ain't wasting my breathe

About this shit that I'm talking about 'cause it's so real

You gotta watch these niggas around you

'Cause you never know whose who now a days

And all of our love we be showing

They might not be showing the same type of love back

Matter of fact they might not be in there for your best interest

See an alterier motive is hard to see when

You've known a person for so long

Or you've became a custom to their ways

But you gotta stay on fifty, you gotta stay on fifty

'Cause you got some people that think like

If niggas is moving fast like that then karma will get em'

But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough

To handle the situation

But sometimes for us to learn a lesson we go way to far

Then the consequences become way too heavy

That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience

And please don't be naive to the fact that the nigga next to you

Could be the nigga that set you up for failure or even kill you

You know how the game go and you gotta watch these bitches

These trifilling bitches, man, they set you up for failure too

You know, they're in there for the money, man, gold digging bitches

It's a fucked up world but you probably won't even get a chance

You know, might put you up in a gang

Frienemies