Best Friends

Lyrics

[Chorus] I am not a rooky, I'm a veteran I don't follow niggas, bitch, I set trends Maried to that money, need a best man Killing these niggas like the best friends Yeah, I'm killing these niggas, like the best friends Married to that money, need a best man I am not a rooky, I'm a veteran I don't follow niggas, bitch, I set trends [Verse 1] [?] we gon' get it, I got money in my [?] Lights low, but you can still see my ice My life ain't too sweet, move sweet, too bad Ain't shit to me, I did that one night They say you only get one life One on that raw, got my niggas make it double price Double cup, riding serving pints on that turnpike Ready for whatever, getting lifted like dirt bikes That young nigga come from money, yeah, you heard right Spread the chicken all over the bed, like it's white rice Told [?] we gon' get money, then lay low These streets wikid, better days what I pray for Got a whole army, and they move when I say so All cheese ain't good cheese, less it's [?] Can't remember the last time I heard her say no Big racks, but sometimes I like to play broke Gotta know who with you in the rain, when that day come Been A-1 since day 1, and I'ma stay a hundred Gotta stay two steps ahead, them wolves waiting on you Better not [?] us, or we'll take it from you You know that boy dripping sauce So that mean you should listen when a nigga talk Chopper bullets big as [?], get a nigga chalked And for that bag, kick your door [?] [Chorus] I am not a rooky, I'm a veteran I don't follow niggas, bitch, I set trends Maried to that money, need a best man Killing these niggas like the best friends Yeah, I'm killing these niggas, like the best friends Married to that money, need a best man I am not a rooky, I'm a veteran I don't follow niggas, bitch, I set trends [Verse 2] I'm tryna beat the odds, never beef with God Never sell my soul, still in the [?] We make plays on dark streets, that's how we provide They killed my homie broad day, how did we survive? Hear you talking 'bout it, but I see the lies We done [?] selling work, like it's egle eyes Got love for all, but I trust none I fucked her and her friend, that's an [?] Niggas follow my steps, they my damn sons I'll bring it to your door, you say you paying what? I see the cops and speed up, fuck my hands up All them hard times being down, made me man up