Lyrics: Rumaldo Perez
Music: Felix Cano
You're nothing to me now
You're not a brother You're not a Friend
I don't want to know you or what you do
Shout out to the homies show me nothin but some love
The whole northern Cali better ****en stand up
Sitting by my lonely homie thinking about what's cracking
Why these phony homies always talking about what happened
Never on my side when I'm really tryna ride
Say you with the business silly rabbit you a lie
Ask about my real one's I don't know I got a few
I really can't call it bunch of suckas acting new
That's why I thank God for the blessing of my family
Shitting on you haters & these bitches can't stand me
Shout out to the homies show me nothin but some love
The whole northern Cali better ****en stand up
Some of you fools is suckas watch me find out what you did
Speaking on my name but you chilling at my crib
Watch out for them haters man cause some of them is wise
Acting like your brother just to fit in with the guy's
Looking for a blanket cause they evil & they cold
Never showing love guilty conscience on they soul
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
They smile in your face but they talk behind your back homie
Who needs friends like that
Jealousy got them really out here stabbing at yo back homie
Who needs friends like that
That’s why I roll with a chosen few
Guns yea my homies hold a few
I got homies fighting cases some in the streets
My ride or die brothers all ready for beef
Always riding with heat
In a drop top
Some in a hoodie on the black top
I got the flame and it’s lit my brotha
Only fam that surround my huddle
You can’t pop this bubble
We got it out the mud we struggle
Played smarter so we used less muscle pushed a lot more hussle
What you know about it me and my brothas see we bout about it
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
If you’re broke I can’t trust broke niggas
Got off the phone with the bank they said we at six figures
I used to be broke and I was a cold nigga
I can’t trust love these hoes is golddiggers
Hoes and the strippers Thief’s and the stealers
Huslahs drugs dealers Thugs and the Killahs
Living tha life we love we kno we all sinners
God plz 4give us more drugs and more liquor
Fuk all tha fakes I pray for better days
Friends will stab u in the back better listen to Ojays
Cant work ah 9 to 5 when I know crime pays
Know it’s outta state lines when I quarterback plays
U swim with J-Cats I swim in the shark tank
I ain’t talkin bout hockey when I say 408
Got freaks in San Jose go broke I gotta gun
Five bridges in the bay **** around and burn 1
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on