Ain't never been much of the type But I in the last days I walk Hell almost every night But I believe it's a Say boy, what you doin' with life With those tattoos on face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the Well, I guess see when I head that way
To the father son and spirit I you nearest My friend, best friend Let the blow with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a friend, best friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best
I know much about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible I put my for a woman on idle 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 I wish you well I'mma send you up to my best friend
To the father son and holy I you nearest My friend, best friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a friend, best friend
God, please would you arm me the armor? To calm me when there's drama like Could have gone the way many times Could have turned Dalai with the 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 the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse and to be Sorta repenter for the people been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit starter and Enta' the mind of a thick skin, but a short This of mine is thinner Than is when I Get attacked so I might say somethin' that might offend ya So if you don't like when I rap or what I to say on the mic then ya Might wanna act just quarterbacks And take a hike when I snap cause I'm a and I (Got a friend, best friend) Plus and intestines And they never yes men They tell me when I'm fuckin' 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 only to my guts So unless you're my fuckin' belly Don't tell me 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 got a (best friend, best friend) it out Like never been a louder mouth Should never been allowed a mouth Now that I got a higher now I blackout, power outage They powerless, but crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the black But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever when I'm counted out be D.O.A, they'll announce but pronounce you dead when they sound it out So prepare for a rival, your arch surrounds you now all around you Not even a doctor's at the are gonna shiggy shock you back to life It's in possible to revive you That's word to the 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' Tupac in a suit talkin' to Proof Droppin' a 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 to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be at the gate when you get sprayed up Sendin' you hoes up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the son and holy spirit I you nearest My friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow with appearance I can hear it My friend, best 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...