Ain't never been of the church type But I believe in the last I walk through almost every night But I believe a pathway Say boy, what you doin' with your With those tattoos on your Say boy, you know you'll pay the price Well, I I'll see when I head that way
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My best friend, friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can hear it My friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a friend, best friend
I don't know about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible I put my love for a on idle I got beat with my mama's belt But I learned from my Try hard to people for what they believing in But if you on my fucking grave And wish me then I wish you well I'mma you straight up to my best friend
To the son and holy 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 upon my soul and I got a friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
God, would you arm me with the armor? To calm me when drama like Gandhi Could have gone the other way times Could have Dalai with the lama but I squash my beefs things seem to be looking decent recently But don't it It's like Eastwood looking for peace thought Maybe no finna enta' the But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse and to be Sorta for the people I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit and finisher the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of is thinner Than is when I Get attacked so I might say somethin' back that offend ya So if you don't when I rap or what I have to say on the mic then ya wanna act just like quarterbacks And take a hike when I snap cause I'm a and I (Got a friend, best friend) Plus and intestines And never been yes men They gon' me when I'm fuckin' up the minute I'm ever it less than I'm about to vomit and I can feel it Cause failure's something I can stomach And I listen to my guts So unless you're my fuckin' button Don't tell me You my (best friend, best friend) Who ya I'm talkin' 'bout? 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 allowed a Now I got a higher power now When I blackout, power They powerless, but they around They tend to flock shepherds, the black sheep But be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever herd when I'm counted out You'll be D.O.A, they'll announce but pronounce you dead when sound it out So prepare for a rival, your enemy surrounds you now He's all you Not even a doctor's at the hospital are gonna shock you back to life It's in piggy to revive you That's to the diggy doc stoppin' is not an option, somethin' I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop I walk in the booth dog I'm the Like Biggie rockin' with 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 these And he'll be waiting at the gate you get sprayed up you hoes straight up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and spirit I hold you My friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with your I can almost it My friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my soul and I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend Ye-eah...