Friends

Yo this this that Jaylib s**t right here

Let me rhyme over this

Talk about my so called friends

Aiyyo God bless the child who hold his own

And never wanna touch a microphone

Cause the game's addictive and leave you inflicted

With a bad case of chase the dead president's face

But I know how to pace myself embrace the wealth

Make time for the dotted line

But when we find some contract got a con tryin to stab our back

We sever them ties wash them lies off

And dry off in the truth

Wonder Why say it I proofreads

Some speed past and think I won't catch the ink

I don't match with the main word

I heard your bitin before

And it's just a way to get more

Out of America the land of the wants and needs

Where the flame of greed is hard to put out

So the output is to put yourself first and worse

Everything that grows from out the Earth is quicker to die

Cause the clouds been actin hard and they too stubborn to cry

But when the rain comes the main drums'll have De La on the track

And whether y'all back us or front

Ain't nuttin gonna stop the progress

Less n***as more money in the pocket to profit from

To then hold loaves of bread instead of crumbs

Aight now let me talk about my friend

Who some cases that's your girl check it out

Yo when we clash like titans I write wars

Rock white tees in L A and that's yours

Your brain cell catch that You move slow

Turtle wax your muscle with this jackrabbit

And crack habits kick that Rock Co Kane and when we rhyme

She call me every night and say the d**king's on her mind

Signin like s*x cause s*x don't talk

Deaf mute parachutin down to New York like

Whistling

Yeah I can be your gent

Horses and carriages roses and wine

Twats are gorgeous but I f**ks wit'cha mine

Drownin in ya milk givers the guilt with us

Cause I got another pair on the other side of town

When she get up to go to work that's when I get down

Runnin episodes like B E T

Over and over like B E T

Back shots like a muffler hiccup

Put the boy in your mouth and drink up

We on the sink we on the balcony we on the stars

A Little Dipper in you but not in miniature

A co signed love but no signature

We dead stop it like Blacksmith ops

Pack bag drag race back to the shop

Servin coffee over cock over donut holes

We don't sweat a bit cause we know them h*es

Servin coffee over cock over donut holes

I won't sweat your chick cause I know her

Yeah I know her she my friend

Friends how many of us have them

Friends the ones we can depend on