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Intro - Wyte
you remember when we were best friends?
When we'd share our every thought?
Every laugh?
Oh, and did you remember when you broke my trust?
Because I seem to remember that more than anything.
I trusted you,
I trusted you to take care of your end of things.
I trusted you not to take my trust and spit it back in my face
Verse 1 - Wyte
I got the clientele, but lacked the funds to pull the weight
So I made a few calls, and got a guy down south to cooperate
In a couple of day’s time I had his full investment
And now that I’m funded my clients will never contest it
This dude seemed legit, told me I can trust him
Up until the day I was tackled by the feds and busted
I thought it was because I roughed up one of my runners
But when I saw the discovery it was clearly this motherfucker
My so-called friend, we had plans to ride till the end
Talked for hours, bouncing different ideas off each others heads
I put my name on the line for you, and this is what you do
Pull a fuckin jack move and skate with all my loot
I did a 10-year bid, down in the Pennsylvania Feds
I find out dudes in Nashville braggin to all his friends
All my assets were seized so I found a means of transportation
Got the cash up took a bus and conducted my investigation
Chorus - Wyte
With friends like these, who really needs enemies?
Get down on your knees friend, beg and plead
If I did what I think you deserve, you’d be dead
I’ve got a lot of enemies, but a lot more friends
Who should I trust in the end? Only me, myself and I
Ratted me out to the feds, now be prepared to die
If I did what I think you deserve, you’d be dead
I’ve got a lot of enemies, but a lot more friends
Verse 2 - Lion from the Lake
I know we shook hands, looked at a plan, but this is a shaky business
and I had to take the keys, and the business is, evading the witness
escalating riches, a real friend, would of helped with the lute up front
don't test the fate of business, cause the real men, just use their trunk
or get them locked up, so your lucky, and what you didn't think I'm bout it?
didn't think i'm proud of this? well you got ten years, for you to think about it
and it's true in the end, yeah I thought about that G, and being true friends
I thought about what would happen to me, and now I see you in the pen
so I set it up, and your upset, and I aced it, my aces had fell right
from the fed bust,I ain't catching a case bitch, so your clad cell is tight
pace and tell your life, I'm sitting in Nashville, ballin' out of control
and I even thought of calling, when I saw you were out on your parole
but you were out of control.... and you asked me why I skated???
you actively had me pay for it, came after me and had to debate it?
it's sad to say this, but were not friends, you couldn't pull your weight
and man you got locked up in the pen, cause you couldn't fool the state!!
Chorus - Wyte
With friends like these, who really needs enemies?
Get down on your knees friend, beg and plead
If I did what I think you deserve, you’d be dead
I’ve got a lot of enemies, but a lot more friends
Who should I trust in the end? Only me, myself and I
Ratted me out to the feds, now be prepared to die
If I did what I think you deserve, you’d be dead
I’ve got a lot of enemies, but a lot more friends
Verse 3 - Wyte
I’m sure you’re tired of runnin, always feeling like your being hunted
Thought I could trust you, but all you did was fronted
Told me you never sing, but your mouth opened wide
Told the d’s why I had to make sure that little rat died
And now your closer to the other side, what a shame
We could have had it all, could of lived large now your to blame
I know the game, extinguished my rise like a flame
Like a phoenix I lift out of the ashes and rise again
The pain of betrayal, is a thousand daggers in the heart
Money and power rule the world. I knew it from the start
I knew I couldn’t trust people, moneys the root of evil
Could of split equal, but your greedy and your excuses are feeble
That’s why I ran to you, but I had ulterior motives
Bag over your head, tied to a chair strapped with explosives
So tell me if it was really worth your life in the end
While we shake hands, introduce one another and become friends
Chorus - Wyte
With friends like these, who really needs enemies?
Get down on your knees friend, beg and plead
If I did what I think you deserve, you’d be dead
I’ve got a lot of enemies, but a lot more friends
Who should I trust in the end? Only me, myself and I
Ratted me out to the feds, now be prepared to die
If I did what I think you deserve, you’d be dead
I’ve got a lot of enemies, but a lot more friends






