Friends De La Soul

Yo, this this that Jaylib shit right here
Shit is crazy yo
Let me rhyme over this
Talk about my so-called friends

Aiyyo God bless the child who hold his own
And never wanna touch a microphone
Cause the game's addictive, and leave you inflicted
With a bad case of chase the dead president's face
But I know how to pace myself, embrace the wealth
Make time for the dotted line
But when we find some contract, got a con tryin to stab our back
We sever them ties - wash them lies off!
And dry off in the truth
Wonder Why say it, I proofreads
Some speed past and think I won't catch the ink
I don't match with the main word
I heard your bitin before
And it's just a way to get more
Out of America, the land of the wants and needs
Where the flame of greed is hard to put out
So the output is to put yourself first, and worse
Everything that grows from out the Earth is quicker to die
Cause the clouds been actin hard and they too stubborn to cry
But when the rain comes the main drums'll have De La on the track
And whether y'all back us or front
Ain't nuttin gonna stop the progress
Less niggas more money in the pocket to profit from
To then hold loaves of bread instead of crumbs