A Friend KRS-One
"A Friend" by KRS-One, released in 1995, is a #HipHop track that emphasizes the importance of friendship, loyalty, and community support. The lyrics convey a message about the value of true friends who uplift and guide each other through challenges. Musically, it features a classic hip-hop beat with thoughtful, impactful lyrics. The song highlights KRS-One's role as a mentor in the hip-hop community, promoting positivity and unity.
[Intro]
The beat was 'posed to drop right there
The beat was 'posed to drop right there
The beat was 'posed to drop right there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I send this one out to my right hand man, or mens
Or womens, the whole crew, the real fam
(Da-ra-da-ra-da-ra-ra-ra-ra)
[Chorus]
We can count the dough or kick a flow
Or chill out watchin' videos
Or actin' really silly, yo, but really, though
All that can end
Whether at the bar with superstars
Or cruisin' in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend
[Verse 1]
If we can't have trust, then you can't hang with us
We respond to those who show respect with respect
We respond, we connect on the same deck
Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly
If you can't understand, we boys, we boys
We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys
It ain't about your Benz, I hope it ain't about mine
My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme
Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl, my man
We chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?
I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men
Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in
Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit in the beginning of all trouble
And when your bankroll doubles
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble
Still, I got my own space like Hubble
The beat was 'posed to drop right there
The beat was 'posed to drop right there
The beat was 'posed to drop right there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I send this one out to my right hand man, or mens
Or womens, the whole crew, the real fam
(Da-ra-da-ra-da-ra-ra-ra-ra)
[Chorus]
We can count the dough or kick a flow
Or chill out watchin' videos
Or actin' really silly, yo, but really, though
All that can end
Whether at the bar with superstars
Or cruisin' in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend
[Verse 1]
If we can't have trust, then you can't hang with us
We respond to those who show respect with respect
We respond, we connect on the same deck
Same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly
If you can't understand, we boys, we boys
We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin' toys
It ain't about your Benz, I hope it ain't about mine
My man, I be dissin' in my freestyle rhyme
Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl, my man
We chillin' at the jam, what's the plan?
I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men
Or women, I'm drivin', I see my peeps yo get in
Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit in the beginning of all trouble
And when your bankroll doubles
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble
Still, I got my own space like Hubble
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