head up on a swivel for the vultures livin in the city of the cobras we ain t got no pity for the posers no sir dreamin like diddy like oprah we ain t have a penny in the sofa flexing like yoga feeling like the city might choke ya funny friends fickle like focus this the tight rope but this the life hopin this the right motion this door might open livin life woke cuz on the road to chase your dreams all your boys ain t what they seem all your girls ain t got your back friendships slowly fade to black i ain t tripping i ain t tripping great shoes i ain t slippin i ain t new same dude i ain t different jesus they judas fake kissin et tu they brutus hear the blade switching fake friends and dead ends these relations i m suspending you had me blindfolded but now i realize so i m rollin out  i got no more friends from la they just hang around to get paid i got back pain from stab wounds i smell right through your perfume i m dropping all these toxic ties i ve held too long i m tired of playing along close your eyes and i am gone struggles in the halls of the kingdom over here man lies trump reason if you got some good friends make sure you keep em watch out for hollywood smiles people creepin as moonlight pours in the claws come out you may never hear a sound but they around they around fake friends and dead ends these relations i m suspending you had me blindfolded but now i realize so i m rollin out running back to my childhood reconnecting with old friends there is something in the air i swear it s comforting as hell laying in fields of grass i m reliving the past had to strengthen my circle cause i was breaking the glass i i i m rollin rolling with my old crew leave if i don t know you i i i m rollin i m rollin i i i m rolling out fake friends and dead ends these relations i m suspending you had me blindfolded but now i realize so i m rollin out