I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz
Some stay, some go, some days it depends
I ain't seen you since way back then
When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection
Where I used to sell sacks, I moved to QP's
And I moved up to packs
Now I only take pounds upstate from my personal stash
It's a dope deal
Only a thousand in cash
It's a broke deal
Put it in my fake Gucci bag
Speeding like a demon with this right in the back of my trunk
Got it sealed air tight, but it stink like a skunk
Don't scare it'll make your hair white
Square up bitch, I wanna see a fair fight
I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz
Some stay, some go, some days it depends
I ain't seen you since way back then
When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection
What you think?
This is not the same thing
You are not like me, we are not the same league
Tuesday night, I'm eating dinner with porn stars
Michelin restaurants, three stars, four stars
Look at my report card, baby, I'm a workhorse
You ain't shit, I'm the friend who will fuck your bitch
But don't dip before I roll the spliff
Tight like that pussy got gorilla grip
I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz
Some stay, some go, some days it depends
I ain't seen you since way back then
When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection
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