Ain't never been much of the type But I believe in the last I through Hell almost every night But I believe it's a Say boy, what you with your life With tattoos on your face? Say boy, you that you'll pay the price Well, I guess I'll see I head that way
To the father son and holy I you nearest My best friend, best Let the trumpets blow your appearance I can hear it My friend, best friend you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, friend Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
I don't know about Holy Bibles But I grew up in the Bible 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 believing in But if you spit on my fucking And wish me Hell then I you well send you straight 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 hear it My friend, best friend you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
God, please would you arm me with the To calm me when there's drama like Could have gone the other way times Could have turned Dalai with the but I squash my beefs when seem to be looking decent recently But jinx it like Clint Eastwood looking for peace thought Maybe no enta' the priesthood But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse and to be Sorta repenter for the people I've been a ta' Not a preacher, but a shit starter and the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper This of mine is thinner twine is when I Get attacked so I might say back that might offend ya So if you don't like 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) balls and intestines And they never yes men They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up the I'm givin' it less than I'm about to vomit and I can it comin' Cause failure's I can barely stomach And I listen to my guts So unless my fuckin' belly button Don't me nothin' You my (best friend, best friend) Who ya I'm talkin' 'bout? me up when I'm down and out Still look to him without a got a (best friend, best friend) it out Like there's never been a mouth Should have been allowed a mouth Now that I got a power now When I blackout, outage powerless, but they crowd around They tend to flock like shepherds, the sheep But I'll be the worst thing these motherfuckers ever herd when I'm counted out You'll be D.O.A, they'll announce but you dead when they sound it out So for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now He's all you Not even a at the hospital are gonna shiggy shock you back to life It's in piggy possible to you That's to the diggy doc Stiggy stoppin' is not an option, I'm not gonna do I'm the of hip-hop when I walk in the booth dog I'm the Like Biggie rockin' with Tupac in a 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 from to get my strength up against haters 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 best friend, friend Let the trumpets with your appearance I can almost it My best friend, best When you wish me Hell upon my and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a friend, best friend Ye-eah...