My friends are not your friends
Red eyes, white face like in a polaroid
If you talk about my friends, be careful bro, what are you doing, they know who you are
Give them a day and they'll show up at your house like Amazon Prime
My friends live hardcore, they have the North Pole in their pockets
But rather than being tied up, they kill themselves like Juice Wrld
My friends
They don't listen to metal or even the radio
They set off metal detectors, they can't enter the stadium
I'm never alone, it doesn't matter where, when, or how
For any issue, my friends say they're available
Bro, it's more than a gang, it's a clan like the mafia
My bro doesn't accept a no as an answer, he leaves a bullet in your mail

My friends come home at six
Screw your party, I'm staying with my friends
If you mess with my friends, they'll leave you on the ground without fair play
They don't play sports, but my friends move balls like the NBA

My friends don't even know who the hell you are
My friends are in for a year and out in six
I spend them with my friends
I sleep with my friends
In the area with my friends
I die with my friends

My friends
They involve the cops like "Amici Miei"
Your friends are not mine, they're not Killa or Jake
They make it six, no they don't pull it if it's not top
No they don't stick it if it's not porn
No they don't drive it if it's not sport
My friends
They leave and send three G's home in the mail
Your friends act like the mafia
We screw them, red rose
Leave them in peace, few words, racket faces
Bro, in their brains they have little to nothing, a bag of shit Full Metal Jacket
They empty the ATM, bro it seems like talc but, it's not
Blades in their teeth bro Sandokan, dressed in Saint Laurent like
They were taken from Zara bro, yeh
With that face you look like Sideshow Bob
They enter your house and leave with your TV on their shoulder bro

My friends come home at six
Screw your party, I'm staying with my friends
If you mess with my friends, they'll leave you on the ground without fair play
They don't play sports, but my friends move balls like the NBA

My friends don't even know who the hell you are
My friends are in for a year and out in six
I spend them with my friends
I sleep with my friends
In the area with my friends
I die with my friends
My friends are damned ignorant
That when they fight in the street, the mother cries for the others
They keep quiet for years and then they start using their hands again
Call and they bring you stuff at home like the Glovo Indians

And you don't talk about coke on the phone neither with me nor with my friends
Unless you have the 3310 brother like in ninety-six
Bread and jail old style, twenty inch rims on a Carrera
With tattoos of praying hands as if it were South America
They only speak with gestures and codes like an esoteric sect
With knives outside the stadium bro every damn Sunday
With Off-White Nikes, China, Shanghai
Crackhouse, spoons, party all night

My friends come home at six
Screw your party, I'm staying with my friends
If you mess with my friends, they'll leave you on the ground without fair play
They don't play sports, but my friends move balls like the NBA

My friends don't even know who the hell you are
My friends are in for a year and out in six
I spend them with my friends
I sleep with my friends
In the area with my friends
I die with my friends

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