[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us? How many of us, huh?
Real friends, how many of us?
Yeah, how many of us? Yeah, aye, yeah, aye
You was sending me a text: “I’m in the hospital”
Saying that you overdosed on Xanax
Yeah, all them pills that they poppin’ now, they toxic though
Might as well be gettin’ high on anthrax
Yeah, we ain’t friends though, we were more like kinfolk
If you dyin’ on them Benzos, how we ‘posed to whip a Benzo, huh?
It was crazy when you lyin’ in that bed though
On the 24 watch, nurses eyin’ from the next door
IVs in the vessels of your veins, you kept it all inside
Ain’t express what’s in your brain, they mad at you for tryin’
I’m just happy you got saved, you coulda fuckin’ died
But your life got in the way, real shit
Ain’t talk to God in a while before today
So this is not a verse really, I’m just tryna pray
Uh, and you were missin’ the one that you thought you had
And then your anniversary passed and it brought you back
You sippin’ on a 40 and poppin’ like 40 xans
Fuck trippin’ over shorties, act more like you 40 fam
Love shouldn’t make you wanna die, it make you wanna live
And I ain’t mad at you homie, ain’t nothin’ to forgive
You only get one life, you could find another chick
All of us is here when you sufferin’