Lyrics to Friends
(Sahara, not again)

Shooter on go (Go)
Money in the vault, so I walk with a pole (Pole)
She ain't even know her Maybach was a Benz (No)
Niggas been hatin' on me for a trend (Dummy)
First name Prince, last name Benjamin
My wallet been full of them Benjamins
She tryna see what's in my head, come in
I'm tryna switch up when that bread come in
Okay, my god got me through so much, I can't even thank him enough
How your opps still alive? You don't hate 'em enough
Why she keep comin' back? I can't slay her enough
I keep makin' this money, can't make it enough
I can't make it enough, I can't make this shit up
If they talk down on you, I'ma take that shit up
I got brothers that's gone, I can't that shit, uh
I can't take that shit, uh
But it's not just me that's hurt
Had tears in my face when I seen that hearse
I ain't know what to think when I seen that church
I ain't know how to feel when they dumped that dirt
I got tears in that soil, I miss you, my brother
I promise you, I'ma get rich for you, brother
I promise you, I gotta live for you, brother
I promise, this won't be the end of you, brother

I gotta choose my friends way more wisely
I can peep the jealousy, I know that he despise me
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta choose my hoes way more wisely
You wanna be my wifey? (Wifey)
You gotta treat me nicely (Nicely)
I don't think it's hard to keep shit real
If it is, then let me know
I been through too much hell (Hell)
Can't take this shit no more
Can't take this shit no more
Can't take this shit no more
Can't take this shit no more

I want the baddest bitch
In the city to come give me top and shit
She be kiddin' with me on some toddler shit
Bitch, I been in the game like I'm Popovich
But they only show love when I'm poppin' shit
I need someone to say that they proud of me
Yeah, they proud of me, yeah, they proud of me
If she show me some love, she get Prada
All my niggas been cookin' like potluck
I just came with the swag like pop-up
Tryna buy the whole store, gotta stock up
Tryna live in my shoes like StockX
Fans wonderin' why the fuck I ain't pop yet
Singin' all the songs I ain't drop yet
I just lost my amigo like Offset
I ain't up yet and I'm upset
And i'm upset, and I'm upset

How am I gonna love you back?
If you can't even prove that you're obsessed with me, for real, like
I really want you to like, really think about this, like
If you're not trying to crawl into my skin
And like breathe the same air that I'm breathing through my lungs
But like, inside of my sk—, like, I don't know
I don't know what to tell you, like
'Cause that's what I need
I need extreme passion, I'm a passionate person
Maybe that's what you can call my song, "Passion"