Bankroll Bonez - My Friend Lyrics

Whatever you wanna do, I'm here I just told you, I just wanna get your two feet
On the surface, yeah But if you wanna make some track, so then
Run it down to me, ion Beezo, let's figure it out
Know what's up, yeah Nigga ain't don't know no bullshit, fool

Know what's up, on grape
Jaye, I'm fucced up, cuz I'm really missin' my boy
This a feelin' that a real nigga can't ignore hood date, we was slidin' in that white Aurora
Right or wrong,that's my dog and I'm sliding for him

Still remember the first day when you hit the feds
Me and J Killa came together, make sure you was fed
Forever game tight, nigga, I remember what you said
We both bosses, but you the one that always led

Poppin game from the day to the night
We used to laugh at these hoes, sayin' these bitches ain't right
Standin' tall on the bidness readin' people's they rights
I f*ck with red bottoms, but them brown things was so tight

Watts boys, it's a circle, fucc niggas, we can't let him in
Said, f*ck the probation, we gon' sip this medicine
Thought it was over, now I'm back on the drank again
And it's fucc the law, I'm forever missin' my friend

Thinkin' about my dog, I got me really missin' my friend
My friend
Even after death, nigga, we forever locked in
Locked in

Thinkin' about my dead homie, I been grievin
She hurt me so bad, feel my heart bleedin
I pray to God for a blessing, cause I need it
We live to die, got me questionin' the reason

What's the reason
We had plans, never knew that's what it came to
For all that free game you gave me, I thank you
When them niggas switched up, you was the same you

We did a day in that Maybach when I came through
And we slid from the Jordans up to them hills
You said, this how some baby locs is supposed to live
I was takin' you with me when I got them M's

They know I'm one of them niggas, how could I not be him
And I'ma be there for your mom and sis like you would
Gon' hold it down for you, nigga, me, Lz and Boog
Me and Ty key reminiscin, blowin' woods

I had the game plan for us to make it out the hood
We came from long nights when we walked in feds yards
When I came home, it was back-to-back and foreign cars
Never thought the last talk would be our last call

I'm so fucced up, man, I'm really missin' my dog
Thinkin' about my dog got me really missin' my friend
My friend
Even after death, nigga, we forever locked in

Locked in
Thinkin' about my dead homie got me grievin
She hurt me so bad, feel my heart bleedin
I pray to God for a blessing, cause I need it

We live to die, got me questionin' the reason
Fucc everybody else's shoes, this Beezy Gang
There's only one way to do this shit
Get the money, live life, and ball forever

And share the game with your folks
Everything and everybody else that ain't with that movement, they in the way
Oh yeah, everybody wanna ball
But they don't wanna put the work in

So I don't feel em, fucc em
And we mature and grown already, man
Only thing a nigga need to stop doin' is feelin' sorry for people
Who wanna make excuses about bein' in the position they supposed to be in

F*ck these people, on grape