Know Yo’ Homie

I

Careful who you call your homie
Careful who you call your homie
Careful who you call your homie
(C Major on this shit, yo!)

Watch out for the nigga with the glasses
He gon' put you in the mud, that's his type shit
Actin' like he owns it all, he a proud bitch
Everytime he wanna know what's up, flick a mind switch
I'm tryin' so hard to be so polite
I'm doing everything I can to stop an incoming fight
But nigga's out here claimin' he's the only one doing it right
Man how the fuck you think you pullin' through with your kinda height?
Ayy
I always thought you had me as yo' buddy, as yo' friend
You see as a thing that you controllin' with your hand
I don't encourage sharing, nigga, I don't understand
If you like her, nigga tell her, nigga what's yo' fuckin' plan?
I forgave you many times but it seems you never learn
You been doing shit on purpose just to get my feelings burned
I am not the type to fight a nigga for a girl
But you started up this saga, I ain't showin' no concern
(Nigga's dumb as fuck)
That's how he was pullin' one on Steph when he knew for sure that she the one Cavendis tried to check
Now he pullin' one on Christel, pullin' one on Louisa, tryna pull one more on Angel, like nigga what the heck?
I don't need another fake friend, man, you one of those
Doing things that got you feelin' fearless like that can you stole
Man I'm sorry, it's your fault, you got me in my savage mode
Got me in my feelings, you done broke the code

II

Know yo' homie
Know yo' homie
Know yo' homie
Know yo' homie
Know yo' homie
Know yo' homie
Know yo' homie
Know yo' fuckin' homie

Fake fuck nigga with the box as a head
You coulda' got a haircut that fits instead
But all you tryna do is get the baddies in yo' bed
That's the typa' shit that get a cocky nigga dead
You really think you funny, huh, you think you movin' stealth
I feel like I should whip up your ass with a belt
Your brain got a tear, man, it prolly' needs a stitch
I'm not J. Cole, I won't apologize for shit

I thought we were cool, man, I thought you had my back
But you went and took a knife, stabbed me in the same back
I ain't cool with this, dude
I don't fuck with this, dude
Got me switchin' these moods
While you out there makin' moves
And you call yourself a brother?
Nigga you a hoe, something common with your mother
I hope you change your ways, hope you make 'em all better
Cause you know very well I'm the one who really love her

It be your own blood
It be your own blood, nigga
I-It be your own blood
Watch who you call your homie
Watch who you call your homie, nigga

Know yo' homie (know yo' homie)
Know yo' homie (know yo' homie)
Know yo' homie (know a homie)
Know yo' homie (know 'em, know 'em)
Know yo' homie (ayy)
Know yo' homie (know yo' homie)
Know yo' homie
Know yo' fuckin' homie

Fake fuck nigga with the box as a head
You coulda' got a haircut that fits instead
But all you tryna do is get the baddies in your bed
That the typa' shit that get a cocky nigga dead
You really think you funny, huh, you think you movin' stealth
I feel like I should whip your ass up with a belt
Your brain got a tear, man, it prolly' needs a stitch
I'm not J. Cole, I won't apologize for shit