Friends

[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..."