[Intro]
Hey yo August Fanon man
Been going through a lot of shit man
Just be clip shit
Straight up

[Verse: Vic Spencer]
The other day I was lost
Found myself even though it tripled the cost
N***as lied to my face and it pisses me off
When other rappers talk shit and not really a boss
(You not no boss n***a, fuck)
Brother of the struggle (Yeah)
Get it from the mud we often huddle in a puddle
Skinny ass n***a still tussle with the muscle
Lift weights, get cake and cop something with a muzzle
People that think they your friends don’t really know (Naw)
If you got to think it, it ain’t nothing to show (Naw)
When we was friends man I’d jump when you go
Now I’m that same mother fucker with the pump to your nose
When you not cool with people no more you create your own funeral for them
It’s in your mind but you really want it to happen (Fuck)
That rhyme pattern didn’t rhyme on purpose
I’m not nervous, I’m worried if I’m gonna black out or not at your service
You can love a n***a one day, next hate that son of a bitch
Slap my enemies right in front of their kids
Amongst all the shit
I must strengthen my heart
Let my old friendships horseplay in the dark
You ain’t got nothing to say to the god
I live to love hard
I stopped hanging with people who be thinking they above God (Fuck)
My [?] my scars and my old friendships
If we not friends no more it didn’t mean shit
The last friend I made was boss Don
Before that it was Adrian
They was a five year span
I can tell that they was made to win
Music friends been the worst at this point (Yup)
Weed became my best friend too, put the purp in the joint
One-sided agendas is pretending
I made songs with everyone, why I’m the only one hurting (Fuck)
I tried to spell friends backwards, it looked like another language
When I see n***as I don’t fuck with no more I don’t say shit
Fuck out of here
[Outro]
(Hey there’s that n***a right there)
I don’t give a fuck man
Fuck out of here with that goofy mother fucker man
Don’t talk about that shit
Fuck
Fucking my energy up