Bài Hát: Fairweather Friends 
Trình Bày: Oliver Tree 
I got fed with her friends in my G-class
Spend some stays, some goes, some days, it depends
I ain't seen you since way back then
When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection
Where I used to sell sacks
I moved up to QPs and I moved up to packs
Now I only take pounds of steak for my personal stacks
It's a dope deal, only a thousand in cash
It's a bro deal, put it in my fake Gucci bag
Speeding like a demon with this ride
In the back of my trunk, got it sealed airtight
But it stink like a skunk
Don't scare it, it'll make your hair white
Square up, bitch, I wanna see you verified
I got fed with her friends in my G-class
Spend some stays, some goes, some days, it depends
I ain't seen you since way back then
When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection
What you think, this is not the same thing
You are not like me, we are not the same league
Tuesday night, I'm eating dinner with porn stars
Mixing in restaurants, three stars, four stars
Look at my report card, baby, I'm a workhorse
You ain't shit, I'm that friend who will fuck your bitch
But don't dip before I roll the spliff
Tight like that pussy, got gorilla grip
I got fed with her friends in my G-class
Spend some stays, some goes, some days, it depends
I ain't seen you since way back then
When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection