Lyrics:
best of friends
They in bed
With no covers
Such hooligans
Tell me who made these rules up
Such foolishness
Side show
This is Mac Dre
Gettin stupid
Bitch
I love you and if you go before me
Just know I got your daughters and that's on me
Lord knows how much I want to see my team winning with me
Knowing
Show some fuckin' respect I'm sensitive
I just lost my best friend
My ego dead, I see no threat
A million clicks ahead of your penmanship
Shit, my
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
or unstable it also gave
Him ample time to consider
His goals in prison, one of his
Friends told me
Meek "never mentioned the money or
The endorsements he lost
Now a red solo cup is the best receptacle
For barbecues tailgates fairs and festivals
And you sir do not have a pair of testicles
If you prefer
Now a red solo cup is the best receptacle
For barbecues tailgates fairs and festivals
And you sir do not have a pair of testicles
If you prefer
the head but you're with your best friends
This city, it died in my eyes
And we do what we do just so we can get by
Get high, before you hit the low
And you
thing
morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
real privilege, it will take your problems all away
number one - the best - no excuse from me
I
inner-city drive-by thing
Morning, fine, serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no
I fall and drop on knees
And somehow I just give up
Out of myself, I make mockery
You motherfuckers with your toxicity astonish me
I mean you bunch
Whatever happened to the likes of you and me?
Whatever happened to we'll always be together?
When people told us that the best in life is free
Why
wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke MAC it won't
livin',
Killin' after killin'.
Murder was a dirty job. To rob a dead man
Was the best plan 'cause a dead man never ran.
But now your best friend is your
to clear my mind
You played me
Girl yeah I'm doing fine
I'm smashing on your friend
From the other night
All this nonsense makes me wanna lose my mind
and nails, you better go pull off a scam to get me out
I done did street shit to a street nigga and there was times I ain't get caught
I had a best friend
at the door, I be fucking on the floor
She be tryna get me dressed, but I ain't even get to pee
Aye, yeah, I ain't even get to see her
Best friend was bad,
down
Hermes'd out
Damn, ya'll just missed out
Devil horns to all my haters
Dirty weed up in your papers
Get your food spit on by waiters
Ask your girl
You ain't their agent and you ain't writing a verse
Don't make me put you in a hearse
I promise it'll get worse
Know your role and play the back
Don't
lean is like my medicine
Invite it with some weed and we the best of friends
Prolly taking me to places never been
And my voice up in my head again,
Can't forget when I would spit way back when
On Cypher threads laying bars pandemic said play 'em best
By threatening everyone coming close and slay
never last
Know some friendships may not last
I used to sleep with the oven open
I used to play with the buttons broken
Now my best friend with a broken
depression
Heavy with me he a know veteran
Fully auto rippin' up your section
Red beam nigga count your blessings
Thats Monkey better keep protectin'
the process
I follow my intuition 'cause it knows best
I'm so used to getting it on my own, yes
I know my people wanna see me win
I'll never let you down
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