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