Friends - Hustle Gang, T.I., Rara

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, movin' slow in the Benz

Lookin' at these suckers through these Cartier lens

Reachin' out to God, hope he overlook my sins

Clear sunroofs open up to feel the wind

Feelin' like Khaled, tell them all I do is win

Only countin' racks if they comin' by the tens

Whole world watchin' cause they know I’m settin' trends

I’m King Truth, bitch, I’m 'bout it

Streets locked, bitch, I got it

See me lose, bitch, I doubt it

I’ma check somethin', no deposit

Villains comin' out the closet, probably 'cause they know I’m solid

I ain’t there to look and make it, I’ma take flight like a pilot

Like Big Mo, I was chose

Like Derrick, how I Rose

My money long, I expose

Like Jay-Z changin' clothes

I build traps like kaboose

I’m still with it, think I’m froze

I’m heavy with it, nothin' light

Don’t roll glass 'less it’s foes

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I’m back at it, nothin' safe

'Bout ten Summers, played the race

Don’t get mad, fix your face

Jump all cool like I’m grease

Can’t take mine, get your place

Trunk floatin', went to space

Don’t touch mine, check the waist

All black, check the race

I’m representin' Robert Bates, to the whole world, he the greatest

He spot like he Mikey Vegas

He still the king, I’m the latest

Me and Moxiii 'bout to zone out

You don’t understand that, you on the wrong route

It’s my time, I can’t hold out

I bring the heat like it was cold out

No rollout, I’m just ridin'

All black tint like I’m hidin'

Got a new wave, I’m just divin'

Better take your seat 'cause I’m risin'

It’s real life, ain’t no rhymin'

Everything I got from me grindin'

I be damned I don’t get to the top, I was on my way like I’m drivin'

I’m tryna shut down the game

And after that, lead it with fame

Ain’t nothin' I got to explain

Just give me that check with a name

And I do not feel I can change

Ain’t no reachin', I’m outta your range

I come take you, you think I was strange

Hit the whip and I switch up the frame

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz

I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends

I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz