Ain't never much of the church type But I in the last days I through Hell almost every night But I believe it's a Say boy, what you doin' with your With those on your face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the Well, I guess I'll see I head that way
To the son and holy spirit I hold you My friend, best friend Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can hear it My best friend, friend When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, best
I don't know much about Holy But I grew up in the Belt I put my love for a woman on Because I got beat with my belt But I learned from my Try hard to respect people for what they in But if you on my fucking grave And wish me Hell I wish you well I'mma you straight up to my best friend
To the father son and spirit I hold you My best friend, friend Let the blow with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, 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 turned Dalai with the but I squash my beefs when things seem to be decent recently But don't it It's like Clint looking for peace thought Maybe no enta' the priesthood But at least make an attempt 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 Enta' the mind of a skin, but a short temper This of mine is thinner twine is when I Get so I might 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 wanna act 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 givin' it less I'm about to vomit and I can it comin' Cause failure's something I can stomach And I only listen to my So unless you're my fuckin' button Don't me nothin' You ain't my (best friend, friend) Who ya think I'm talkin' me up when I'm down and out Still look to him a doubt got a (best friend, best friend) it out Like there's been a louder mouth Should never been allowed a mouth Now I got a higher power now When I blackout, power They powerless, but they crowd They tend to like 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 but pronounce you dead when they sound it out So prepare for a rival, your enemy surrounds you now all around you Not even a doctor's at the hospital are shiggy shock you back to life It's in piggy to revive you That's to the diggy doc Stiggy 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 up a syllable clip like a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot And who you think's my glock that I use that I from to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the when you get sprayed up Sendin' you hoes up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and holy I you nearest My best friend, friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can almost it My friend, best friend When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, best Ye-eah...