Real Friends, Fake Talk

[Intro]
(Kuzzin)
I was down, you was quiet
Now you speaking on the kid?
(Yeah aight)
[Chorus]
Kuzzin, real friends, I can count ’em on my hand
Fuck them lame ass folks, they was never in the plan
Why my name still in your mouth like you a fan?
You was never with the gang, you was never with the fam
Kuzzin, real friends, I can count ’em on my hand
Fuck them lame ass folks, they was never in the plan
Why my name still in your mouth like you a fan?
Say it once, say it twice, you won’t say that shit again (nah)
[Verse 1]
Used to walk that block, same shoes, same shirt
Now they type my name, praying on a pain that I earned
You ain’t helped with the rent, you ain’t seen when it hurt
But you gossip ’bout my life like you did all the work
I remember group chats, laughing at my loss
Now they want a seat, tryna eat with a boss
Still the same teeth that was grinning when I fell
Now they chewing on my name, I can taste it in they breath (ugh)
[Chorus]
Kuzzin, real friends, I can count ’em on my hand
Fuck them lame ass folks, they was never in the plan
Why my name still in your mouth like you a fan?
You was never with the gang, you was never with the fam
Kuzzin, real friends, I can count ’em on my hand
Fuck them lame ass folks, they was never in the plan
Why my name still in your mouth like you a fan?
Say it once, say it twice, you won’t say that shit again (on gang)
[Verse 2]
Talk tough online, in the flesh you stay quiet
You don’t like me, so explain why you study me in private
Every move that I make, you recite it like a script
You a hater and a groupie, that’s a crazy little mix
I don’t hate you, I’m amused, you obsessed with my steps
Got you foaming at the lips, got my life in your texts
If you love me just admit it, all that envy look bad
You ain’t pressure, you a paragraph I skim when I laugh (ha!)
[Chorus]
Kuzzin, real friends, I can count ’em on my hand
Fuck them lame ass folks, they was never in the plan
Why my name still in your mouth like you a fan?
You was never with the gang, you was never with the fam
Kuzzin, real friends, I can count ’em on my hand
Fuck them lame ass folks, they was never in the plan
Why my name still in your mouth like you a fan?
Say it once, say it twice, you won’t say that shit again (Kuzzin)

rap, Dark, sparse trap beat built on detuned bells and a sliding sub, mid-tempo. Male vocals with a cold, calm delivery; hook gets louder with stacked doubles and distant gang shouts. Verses stay tight and conversational, leaving pockets for ad-libs; final hook rides out over filtered drums and a sinister riser., hip hop