D1b Jay - Backstabber

In the end
Fake friends Gon shake hands
Real recognize real
And I can tell that y'all pretend
In the end
I'm countin dead presidents
And if you plotting on me
You gon be a dead resident
In the end
I'm finna buy out Neiman Marcus
New foreign whip you can't park it
Fuck keys ima push to start it
Remember days I was bart hopping
Now I gotta bigger picture
Four foreigns
So when I whip I got car options
I'm talkin all my niggas jaw dropping
Can't even shop in peace
Cuz wen people see us
We get the mall popping
Flexing real bands ain't no false profit
I'm coming hot on anything
I'm finna touch like a shootin comet
Keep buying rounds cuz
I shoot-em often
Bank tellers see me
Expect a withdrawal
But I only do deposits
No flexin but a nigga steady flossing
Cuz in the end we all ascend
But ima die as goated as can be
And if you ask me what I'm doin
Rollin up my weed
Cuz gettin high done got me
Through my lowest times n shit
Ain't gonna say that shit twice
Better rewind the shit
Cuz a nigga tryna stay positive
Fuck the minuses
Was feelin choked up for a
Minute brodie said I got it
Whole time been lookin
For the game
But ain't look in my pocket
Now that I got it
Know I'm blastin off like team rocket
Rocking shit that you a dream copping
Flyest nigga that came out the bay
In the end
Fake friends Gon shake hands
Real recognize real
And I can tell that y'all pretend
In the end
I'm countin dead presidents
And if you plotting on me
You gon be a dead resident
In the end
I'm finna buy out Neiman Marcus
New foreign whip you can't park it
Fuck keys ima push to start it
Remember days I was bart hopping
Now I gotta bigger picture
Four foreigns
So when I whip I got car options

Written by:
Jelani Williams

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