I stick to very few mates
It's usual the mutuals just stayed acquaintances
Used to have a crew come over, most just came to blaze a spliff
The real ones would wanna one on one with me
In top conversations, John was never under #3
Honest, the topics talked about would tend to get deep
Like a rocky horror copy, know that we were both freaks to society
We're older now, still we know
The farther we go from this planet is the colder our style

Yup
Get used to the sound

I stick to very few mates, it's even rarer they stick to me
'Cause I'm seldom hitting niggas up, nobody makes beats
At least those inspired only ones I want anyway
I just wanna help with their encumbersome day-to-day
Y'all can go to hell with the dumb drums you copy paste
I don't need to sound like those other bums to compensate
Lotsa niggas just make fun of the way you live
'Cause they feel well when someone else is getting all the shit

I know
I know
It's stronger than I

I stick to very few mates, people fare with two faces
Keep aware of whose faith in you could fade in two seconds
I don't hate on who's stepping on my name
I just keep my grace, straight is how I aim
I fired the afraid, they had me burnt like an eighth
I was tryna keep my sane
They think that I think I deserve no pain
As if I'm the happiest on the earth, what a shame
'Cause that's not how empathy works

But I'm no teacher, just a speaker
I'm a writer, not a fighter
Fuck what you think you knew about me
Look at my life right now, you see I'm just tryna be

They try to stop, but I stay on go
Even when I'm at a low, no rain in my fro
I'm on my own thing, fuck what those saying
I don't need what they need when it comes to growing
I'mma be what I be, you stay in your own lane
Goddamn