Rare lyrics

[Intro]
This sh*t crazy
In one week six people turned their back on me
Just like clockwork
It's these same people that be bangin' my inbox when sh*t gets goin'
Sayin', "Ay man, I miss you. I'm tryna f*ck with you."
The truth is this is war
If you weren't there when I was gettin' shot at
If you didn't give a f*ck
Then f*ck you

[Verse 1]
If it's not one thing, then I swear that it's another
In one week I lost five b*tches and two brothers
Everybody screamin', "Mob, mob, mob"
But then when it's time to ride, them n*ggas soft
All these b*tches say they down for me 'til death
Then all these b*tches must've died somewhere, I swear
Real b*tches is rare
Swear I never seem 'em anywhere
Swear they say care, but they don't care
Real b*tches is

[Hook]
Rare
You cannot find them anywhere
They ain't over here or over there
Real n*ggas is rare
I swear, I swear, I swear
They lie and say they there, but they ain't there
Honesty is rare
These two shoes up on my feet, that sh*t is rare
Name a time a don't have blammy on me, rare
If I shoot at dude and miss, that sh*t is rare
When you n*ggas tell the truth, that sh*t is rare