[Hook:]
I really appreciate, my friends
For being (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z, made me appreciate the ^!$$% within myesef

Ain't no love, I won't pretend it's felt
I know you ^!$$%z wanna spend my wealth, (but I ain't $#&@ing wit ya)
I really appreciate, my friends

For being (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z, made me appreciate the ^!$$% within myself
So don't run up, cause I'll defend myself
I'm trying to live not to be seeing my death, (so I ain't $#&@ing with ya)

[Z-Ro:]
Friends, just ain't friends no mo'
So all that one hundred my ^!$$%, can C-Walk up out the do'

It's so cold, the way the partnas do a partna when he broke
Show no love, therefor my love ain't in the hood no mo'
[Trae:]

Like we ain't peep the %#@!, for what it is
Why the $#&@ they riding with us, now we ain't come up as kids
I see right through em, so I'm quick to get my mug on

And when they try me, I'll be quick to get my slug on
[Z-Ro:]
Remember we use to live in the drug zone, Ridgevan

^!$$% respect my residence, or get one in your wig man
Z-Ro the Crooked done learned his lesson, depending on his people they no-shows
Won't even help a ^!$$% change a flat tire, unless I got some 4's

[Trae:]
So ain't no being friendly $#&@ friendly, better get they $$# away
And everytime I hit the block, I'm out of my trunk with the AK

Telling ^!$$%z back away, before they put me in my mood
Dude it'll be best to not know me, I ain't the one to use
[Z-Ro:]

(*##$ ^!$$%z I use to call my dogs, and even aces
Can't escape me cause I'm everywhere, I see the worry in they faces
Mad cause a ^!$$% making it, can't crush a ^!$$% pride

Cause I'm an instrument to this rap game, like brail letters to the blind
[Trae:]
I appreciate these (*##$ ^!$$%z, for showing me the way

The mob patrol up in this (*##$, and all the roaches getting sprayed
%#@! be crazy, they only roll the way they quick to hit the show
But when you broke and out of your do', they out the do' ready to go

[Z-Ro:]
Long as they don't come back no mo', it's all gravy
Cause I've been falling out, with so many mo'$#&@ers lately

Remember when, my records didn't spin and I ain't had no ends
Y'all ^!$$%z ain't $#&@ with me, I'm one deep till the world end
[Trae:]

And I swear to God, it's still $#&@ them ^!$$%z
If I wasn't worked up seven figgas, they wouldn't $#&@ around with this ^!$$%
They wouldn't be by my side, they wouldn't be screaming Trae

They wouldn't be in my mix, that's why I keep they $$# away
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