Ain't never been much of the church But I in the last days I walk through almost every night But I believe a pathway Say boy, what you doin' with life With those tattoos on face? Say boy, you know that pay the price Well, I I'll see when I head that way
To the father son and holy I hold you My best friend, best Let the trumpets blow with appearance I can almost it My best friend, best When you me Hell upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
I don't know much about Bibles But I grew up in the Bible I put my love for a on idle Because I got with my mama's belt But I learned my mistakes Try hard to respect people for they believing in But if you spit on my fucking And wish me Hell then I you well I'mma you straight up to my best friend
To the father son and holy I hold you My best friend, best Let the trumpets with your appearance I can hear it My best friend, friend When you wish me upon my soul and spirit I got a best friend, best Yeah, I got a best friend, friend
God, please you arm me with the armor? To calm me when there's drama like Could have the other way many times Could have Dalai with the lama but I squash my when things seem to be looking decent recently But don't it It's like Clint Eastwood looking for thought Maybe no finna enta' the But at least should an attempt to show some remorse and to be some Sorta for the people I've been a menace ta' Not a preacher, but a shit and finisher Enta' the of a thick skin, but a short temper This patience of mine is twine is when I Get attacked so I say somethin' back that might offend ya So if you don't when I rap or what I have to say on the mic then ya Might wanna act just quarterbacks And a fuckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a and I (Got a friend, best friend) balls and intestines And they been yes men They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up the I'm ever it less than I'm to vomit and I can feel it comin' failure's something I can barely stomach And I listen to my guts 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 Still got a (best friend, friend) it out Like there's never been a louder Should never been allowed a mouth Now that I got a higher now When I blackout, outage They powerless, but they around They tend to like shepherds, the black sheep But I'll be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever 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 arch enemy you now He's all you Not even a doctor's at the are gonna shiggy shock you back to life in piggy possible to revive you That's word to the doc Stiggy is not an option, somethin' I'm not gonna do I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I in the booth dog I'm the Like Biggie rockin' with in a suit talkin' to Proof Droppin' a Fill up a clip like a re-fillable script, cock it and shoot And who you think's my glock I use that I pull from to get my strength up against these haters And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get up Sendin' you straight up to deal with my (Best friend, friend)
To the father son and spirit I hold you My best friend, best Let the blow with your appearance I can hear 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, best Ye-eah...