Friends

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, sup Got a little sum' One-hunnit withcha know what I mean? Yeah [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Sometimes I admit you get on my fucking nerves Sometimes I be through with you, nigga to the curb Prolly got drunk and started some shit you don't deserve Took my frustrations out on you and put 'em into words Yeah you know how niggas get, popping silly shit Twelve grade, drinking that blue beast, we was getting bent I look around and wonder where all my real niggas went Victim of violence, moment of silence, let me reminisce Damn, my cognac trickles to the pavement It's fucked up his family making funeral arrangements Told me when he die: "don't cry just have a celebration" Drive his casket through the ghetto cause the streets raised him, paid him Always making sure your niggas ain't... Suckas disrespect us and it's nothing we gon' demonstrate Sippin' Henny, tryna get the strength to step up in ya way Father why you let these pussy niggas take my motherfucking friend? [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Friends Tell me how many of us have them? Friends Someone that's always riding till the end No hating, or money, or bitches ever coming between us I'm talking 'bout friends Most of us don't really have them [Verse 2: G-Wiz] Come follow me down road stroll Fifteen years old, all we wanted was triple-gold D's on the fleetwood Floss skates be good He killed the highs and lows, nigga done been through some cold shit Like when the doors got kicked and my [?] got sick I was there for ya homie Brother from another, damn near my kin Running 'em streets and licking shots off of the corners, they been Living life like we was outlaws Plus, we told them youngsters not to be like us When they grown, now ya gone I take a [?] and still pass your way Outcha own, my own castaway Familiar glimpse of the past when I see my brother through his lookout face We tryna hold on to yesterday When I say my prayer, man I pray Lord forgive us for these D's Have mercy, I done made thirty And I'm still dirty, and I'm still working AKA second in servant Maintaining until they call for all the curtains on me and all my... [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Friends Tell me how many of us have them? Friends Someone that's always riding till the end No hating, or money, or bitches ever coming between us I'm talking 'bout friends Most of us don't really have them