You Ma Friend

Uh-huh
You know this goes out to all the good friends in the world
You know, when you there for a person, that person is there for you
All around the ball
You know what it is, you know automatically 'cause y'all spirits connect
Yo

If you so-called my friend, would you give me a kidney?
Hold on, nah, I know you'll go to war with me
If I die, will you still stop by the crib
To check on my kids without fuckin' my wiz?
You my friend, right? (Stop playin', Ghost)
Yo, you my friend, right? (Yo, stop pla-)
Would you slide 'em a few ones if they get hungry
Even if it's your last little bit of money?
Would you think about me? Still pray for me?
On my birthday, bake a lil' cake for me?
Look at our pictures? Go to my gravesite?
Like once a year, I'll be alright
You my friend, right? We don't pretend, right?
Let's keep it real around the ball, we all men, right?
Would you feed me if I was in a wheelchair?
Visit me every day 'cause you still care?
You say you love me, brother, I love you
I push you out the way then take a slug for you
That's if I love you, that's what real brothers do
Look at me, nigga, nigga, I fucks with you
Yeah, I love niggas
But that be the same love that I tell my bitches
I'm all about the love with the cool E
Not the lil' fake shit with the UV
Feel me, though?

Friend
We brothers 'til the sun burn up
'Til the last breath in our lungs and two glasses of bitter scotch
Friend
Someone to lean on when times is rough
Trustworthy with a MAC
Never steal and above that
We ought to have them friends

Yeah, you my friend, right? Through thick and thin, right?
Closest kin, so we ain't gotta pretend, right?
Friends to the end even if those ends don't end right
Send me them M's if I'm in the pen', I'll send kites
Day ones since lil' ones, we spend nights
But mothers is wantin' to stop the fun and end fights
We men, right? Sometimes we fight, we friends, right?
Actin' all lightskin and you ain't even that skin type (nah)
You probably get all in your feels now, won't ya?
You probably wishin' looks could kill now, don't ya?
Picture that, we go back like old macks
Four flats on the Cadillac, loadin' up old scraps
'Cause you my friend, right?
Life has a price, just makin' sure you spend right
When men fight, they spin the block to end life
You spin the block, ensure you hit 'em, then spin twice
No insight, we ain't see the signs for thin ice
Sensitive types, beware of tigers with thin stripes
Friends to the end even if those ends don't end right
I'm stayin' close to my skinfolk, we skin-tight
Makes sense, right?
From Carhartts and steel toes
To stealing hoes and each other's clothes, we still bros
Wish you was here, though, drop a tear for the years, bro
Been years since I've heard from my peers, where did the years go?

Friend
We brothers 'til the sun burn up
'Til the last breath in our lungs and two glasses of bitter scotch
Friend
Someone to lean on when times is rough
Trustworthy with a MAC
Never steal and above that
We ought to have them friends