Jim Jones - FrienemiesLyrics

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 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 Niggas 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' [Chorus] Frienemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept close The ones you love most Frienemies You know who you kiss You know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept secret You had plans to make it Frienemies I smell 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 quater mill Running through the paper Buying copes and popping pills Money got low You started acting ill 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, barude nuders You would be Judice But in the process Flew you in the world Put diamonds on your neck Like you were 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 talking 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 [Chorus] 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 50 You gotta stay on 50 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 trifling 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