Ain't never much of the church type But I believe in the last I walk through Hell every night But I it's a pathway Say boy, what you with your life those tattoos on your face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the Well, I guess see when I head that way
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My best friend, best Let the trumpets with your appearance I can hear it My best friend, friend When you wish me Hell upon my soul and I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
I don't know much Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Belt I put my love for a woman on Because I got beat my mama's belt But I learned from my Try hard to respect people for what believing in But if you on my fucking grave And wish me Hell then I wish you I'mma send you straight up to my best
To the father son and holy I you nearest My friend, best friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can almost it My best friend, best When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, best
God, please would you arm me the armor? To calm me when drama like Gandhi Could gone the other way many times Could turned Dalai with the lama but I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking recently But jinx it It's like Clint Eastwood looking for thought Maybe no finna enta' the But at should make an attempt to show some remorse and to be some Sorta repenter for the I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit starter and Enta' the of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of mine is twine is when I Get attacked so I might say back that might offend ya So if you like when I rap or what I have to say on the mic then ya Might wanna act just like And take a fuckin' when I snap cause I'm a and I (Got a friend, best friend) Plus balls and And they never yes men They gon' tell me when I'm up the minute I'm givin' it less than I'm to vomit and I can feel it comin' Cause failure's something I can stomach And I listen to my guts So unless you're my belly button Don't tell me You my (best friend, best friend) Who ya I'm talkin' 'bout? Lifts me up when I'm and out look to him without a doubt Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like there's never a louder mouth Should have been allowed a mouth Now I got a higher power now When I blackout, power They powerless, but they crowd They tend to flock shepherds, the black sheep But I'll be the worst thing these motherfuckers ever herd when I'm counted out be D.O.A, they'll announce but pronounce you dead when they sound it out So for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now He's all you Not even a doctor's at the hospital are gonna shiggy shock you to life It's in piggy to revive you That's to the diggy doc Stiggy stoppin' is not an option, I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop I walk in the booth dog I'm the Like rockin' with Tupac in a suit talkin' to Proof Droppin' a Fill up a syllable clip like a re-fillable script, it and shoot And who you think's my glock that I use that I pull from to get my strength up against haters And he'll be waiting at the gate you get sprayed up Sendin' you hoes straight up to deal my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and spirit I you nearest My best friend, best Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can hear it My best friend, friend When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a friend, best friend Ye-eah...