Best Friend

[Intro: Mastercard2k]
Today on the show we have Nicole here
She has five children with six baby daddies, and she has no fucking idea who they belong to
She's been homeless for five years, and she's been addicted to crack cocaine the entire fucking time
I'm gonna have to send you to the fucking ranch Nicole
You're going to the ranch!
(Uh-oh, retard alert, retard alert)

[Verse 1]
My best friend is alive, not dead
Don't trust a nigga who only sees presidents
Money can get you so far, but what about your heart
Rich depressed niggas everywhere, and I won't be one of them
My nigga works at a skatepark
Bitches skating to my songs
My nigga sneaks 'em in the queue, and everyone goes along
He helping me out, and I ain't even ask him to
Me and him talk everyday afterschool
Michigan's a nice state, and I ain't even been there
My homie located in da place, so I don't even care
My nigga saw me make my first songs
Everyday we talk
We twins in the realest sense
Brothers not friends
Won't split over shit

[Verse 2]
I'll die before we fall out
He know what I'm talking about
He know who he is
He knows me more than my family does, so he's like a sibling
I got bad discipline
Been fighting drugs
No one had my back
Except for my nigga
I got a lot of friends, and yeah they are cool
But i'd sacrifice them all, if I hadda pick and choose
Bro wanted to rap with me
I said, "nah bro you're trash"
He downloaded FL Studio, now he engineer my raps
Lot of niggas can flex this and that, but how many can flex that they got a friend
You can be in a clique but can you really depend on them?
I been in many groups
I always know how it ends
That's why I stay in DMs
Groups always tear apart, cause niggas become jealous
I ain't jealous of my nigga
He's like my lil young apprentice
Told him I'd surprise him one day, so this song is his present

[Outro]
Aw that's cute you made a lil song for your best friend
Now get to fucking work loser
You got another beat left
Fucking idiot