[Intro: Posdnuos, sample]
"Look at my friends..."
Yo, this this that Jaylib shit right here
Shit is crazy yo
Let me rhyme over this
Talk about my so-called friends
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Aiyyo, God bless the child who hold his own
And never wanna touch a microphone
'Cause the game's addictive
Could 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 proof-read
Some speed past and think I won't catch
The ink that don't match with the main word
I heard your biting 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 acting 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 nothin' gonna stop the progress
Less niggas, more money in the pocket
To profit from
To they hold loaves of bread, instead of crumbs
[Interlude: Dave]
(Friends... how many of us have them? Friends)
Aight, now let me talk about my friend
In some occasions, that's your girl, check it out
[Verse 2: Dave]
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 dicking's on her mind
Signing like sex, 'cause sex don't talk
Deaf mute parachuting down to New York, like {*whistling*}
Yeah, I can be your gent
Horses and carriages, roses and wine
Twats are gorgeous, but I fucks wit' ya mind
Drowning 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
Running 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 a miniature
A co-signed love, but no signature
We dead stop it like Blacksmith ops (Stop)
Pack bag, drag race back to the shop
Serving coffee over cock over donut holes
We don't sweat a bit, 'cause we know them hoes
Serving coffee over cock over donut holes
I won't sweat your chick, 'cause I know her
Yeah I know her... she my friend
[Outro: Dave, sample]
(Friends... how many of us have them?)
(Friends... the ones we can depend on)
"Look at my friends..."
