You ain't never had a friend like me
bumping Tupac while we smoke the bud down to the last leaf,
puffing on the roaches out the ash tray
to stay high, watch the nights slip by
fingers raised to the sky,  "Die god , Die!"
You  need a ride from the scene so I fly
pick you up  even if you  packed with a four five
Let you piece the last stoge out the pack
and if you got caught up you know I
always got you back, foot on the gas cause I
stay throttled for a homie like you cause you
ain't never had a friend like me.