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Kevin Gates - Friends To The End Lyrics

[Intro: ?]
Beethoven

[Chorus: ?]
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Down and out, broke as fuck
Anytime I showin' up
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Your lil' girl need shoe money
Your baby mama got two from me
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
I looked out when I came up
Your lawyer need a retainer
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
We choked out the last guy that witness contestified

[Verse 1: ?]
My lil' homie want rap money
Put him on with his first lick
Light him up with that [?]
Hook him up with that first trip
Outta town with that cash good
Movin' up on that retail
Everything 'bout profit homie, just like that weed sale
Bad bitches wanna come through
Young niggas wanna hang out
Fuckboys wanna cash in, you bust Glock them brains out
Real G's don't talk shit
Everythang 'bout money moves
They callin' me a [?], 'cause I be wearin' so many shoes
This high, you gotta move
Gettin' to them green lights
Double back to my trap house, like a triple beam on green night
Line 'em up, and get straight to it
Whole bundle, ran through it
Every play got a plan to it
I can't do it, then my man's do it
[Chorus: ?]
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Down and out, broke as fuck
Anytime I showin' up
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Your lil' girl need shoe money
Your baby mama got two from me
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
I looked out when I came up
Your lawyer need a retainer
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
We choked out the last guy that witness contestified

[Verse 2: ?]
Now real niggas gon' keep scope, lookin' out for yo people
Fuck shit ain't equal, drive-bys be the sequel
Cali niggas ain't peaceful, no [?] we goin' in
Shoot in front of yo momma house, watch how this drum spin
Dracos, no [?], just headshots, erase those
Do it all for no pesos, back 'em up like [?]
Bettin' on your brotha, whole team gon' smotha
From zone one to zone six, pack niggas just don't fit
Got a car full of major grams, rule eight nigga with a major plan
Lookin' out for my bros, upon up them doors
Some still doin' for lil' Chris, ridin' down for my nigga nut
Soft packs, we blow 'em up 'cause count money ain't new to us
[Chorus: ?]
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Down and out, broke as fuck
Anytime I showin' up
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Your lil' girl need shoe money
Your baby mama got two from me
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
I looked out when I came up
Your lawyer need a retainer
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
We choked out the last guy that witness contestified [?]

[Verse 3: ?]
My big homie put me in for a [?], checks from [?]
[?] lawyer, every word bein' spoken, never disclosin'
[?] coachin', and this shit that I'm smokin' be extra potent on parol
Random urinalysis, I'm off the road (shit),goin' strong
[?]
When thug had to go let down, I made sure that his kids [?]
Refrigerator and cabinets, home-cooked meal, no sandwich
[?] people still point fingers at me 'cause my pants be saggy
Snitched on one of my friends, just to get a lil' time cut
Ten seconds he touched down, betcha he get touched up
[?] player, bought a rim, real niggas don't fall out
Fuss with y'all, fuck witcha, out the [?] we ball out
[Chorus: ?]
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Down and out, broke as fuck
Anytime I showin' up
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
Your lil' girl need shoe money
Your baby mama got two from me
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
I looked out when I came up
Your lawyer need a retainer
Friends to the end (to the end, to the end)
We choked out the last guy that witness contestified