Lyrics [Hook: Yacko] Friend or foe They come and go True colors about to show Bad seeds Let ′em go Friend or foe They come and go True colors about to show Bad seeds Let 'em go Gotta let ′em go Gotta let 'em go Gotta gotta gotta Gotta gotta gotta Gotta let 'em go Gotta let ′em go Gotta let ′em go Gotta gotta gotta Gotta gotta gotta Gotta let 'em go [Verse: Laze] I can′t never have 99 problems 'Cos I keep it one hunnid That′s a plus one for me Rearrange your mimic do your gimmick and your image You know my talent's a gif Like a moving pic All these cats they send me link What you think I′m zelda? I'm busy with my craft manufacturing my cheddar Still the furthest thing from cheesy Furthest thing from easy 'Cos I′m harder than difficult Not your typical lyrical miracle More like your favorite rapper′s Favorite rapper's favorite rapper With that being said dont compare me To any average rapper Peep my leverage my flow is like a beverage Better serve cold and you get to sweat it like gatorade [Verse: Yacko] To a brother or sister Who become a blister Can′t imagine what you feel When you start being real You must be spittin acid Jump around like you're on speed No wonder you sux big time like Lake Placid Check the list You say A and what you do is a B A smile in your face, but you talk shit behind me Never ever test me I′m not buyin' your story What you tryna flirt? Smack your two face in the dirt [Verse: Laze] Then you start a filthy story I ain′t worry if you tellin' lies You analyze and judgin' Only Lord knows what it′s like Yeah, only Lord knows what it′s like Do start a filthy story Lord knows I am right [Hook: Yacko] Friend or foe They come and go True colors about to show Bad seeds Let 'em go Friend or foe They come and go True colors about to show Bad seeds Let ′em go Gotta let 'em go Gotta let ′em go Gotta gotta gotta Gotta gotta gotta Gotta let 'em go Gotta let ′em go Gotta let 'em go Gotta gotta gotta Gotta gotta gotta Gotta let 'em go [Laze] I got a friend they were working for me Then they run up on me They hack, they′re soul reapers They gang up on me with a menya batata(????) They′ll make you a burn Then you gimme your phone [Yacko] Now ya makin' it harder, To the south west face the suffers Put a dick, my fiend you makin me thirst Can I get a glass of water? [Laze] "Whoa man, shit up Our house is exuberate Now busy as hell" What you shovin that for? I′ve been bangin the verse I've been burning the bridge And the chorus that fits Sung as cold as a fridge [Yacko] Sorry not sorry, this ain′t walking dead, But even won't be needin′ me when you're dead. Haha Now you're dead.
