Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
I think it was a story about my best friend
My friend lost his leg,army are dead
Is not far from white girls with big bread
My best friend died while i vacated,
So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit
Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,
Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent
And slid back north of course to pen more
To my best friend (i fell for)
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
You know that shit is my best friend.
I felt great i never had a friend like her, she was my friend she was my girl friend,
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
My best friend told me everything
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