Ain't been much of the church type But I in the last days I walk through almost every night But I it's a pathway Say boy, what you with your life With those tattoos on your Say boy, you know you'll pay the price Well, I guess see when I head that way
To the son and holy spirit I you nearest My best friend, best Let the trumpets blow with appearance I can almost it My best friend, friend When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, best
I don't much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Belt I put my love for a on idle Because I got beat with my mama's But I learned from my Try hard to respect people for what they in But if you spit on my grave And me Hell then I wish you well send you straight up to my best friend
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My best friend, friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can almost it My best friend, best you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a friend, best friend
God, please you arm me with the armor? To calm me there's drama like Gandhi Could have the other way many times Could have turned Dalai the lama but I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent But don't it It's like Eastwood looking for peace thought Maybe no finna the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse and to be Sorta repenter for the I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a starter and finisher the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This of mine is thinner Than is when I Get attacked so I say somethin' back that might offend ya So if you don't like when I rap or what I have to say on the mic ya Might act just like quarterbacks And take a fuckin' hike I snap cause I'm a and I (Got a friend, best friend) balls and intestines And they been yes men They gon' me when I'm fuckin' up the minute I'm ever it less than I'm to vomit and I can feel it comin' Cause failure's something I can stomach And I only to my guts So unless you're my belly button tell me nothin' You ain't my (best friend, friend) Who ya think I'm talkin' Lifts me up I'm down and out Still look to him a doubt Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like never been a louder mouth Should have never been a mouth Now I got a higher power now When I blackout, outage They powerless, but they around They to flock like shepherds, the black sheep But I'll be the worst thing that these ever herd when I'm counted out You'll be D.O.A, they'll 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 back to It's in piggy possible to you word to the diggy doc Stiggy stoppin' is not an option, I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I in the booth dog I'm the Like Biggie rockin' with in a suit talkin' to Proof a deuce Fill up a syllable like a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot And who you think's my glock that I use that I pull from to get my up against these haters And be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up Sendin' you hoes up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and spirit I hold you My best friend, friend Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can almost it My best friend, friend When you wish me Hell my soul and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best Ye-eah...