Am                   C
   ain't never been much of the church type 
Em
   but I believe in the last days 
Am                 C
   I walk through Hell almost every night 
Em
   but I believe it's a pathway 
Am                   C
   Say boy what you doin' with your life 
Em
   With those tattoos on your face 
Am               C
   Say boy you know that you'll pay the price 
Em
   Well I guess I'll see when I head that way 

Refrão:

Am  G                        Em
      To the father son and holy spirit 
I hold you nearest 
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend 
                            C
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance 
      Em
I can almost hear it 
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend 
                               Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 
behold these lyrics 
         Am                 G
I got a best friend best friend 
              C                  Em
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah 

 
Am                   C
I don't know much about Holy bibles 
Em
but I grew up in the bible belt 
Am                   C
I put my love for a woman on idle 
because I got beat with my mama's belt 
Am                   C
but I learned from my mistakes 
Em
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in 
Am                   C
but if you spit on my fucking grave 
Em
and wish me Hell then I wish you well 
I'm send you straight up to my best friend 

tabrefrão
 
Am  G                        Em
      To the father son and holy spirit 
I hold you nearest 
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend 
                            C
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance 
      Em
I can almost hear it 
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend 
                               Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 
behold these lyrics 
         Am                 G
I got a best friend best friend 
              C                  Em
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah
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Verso 3 
Am
God, please would you arm me with the armor 
  C
They call me when there's drama like gandhi 
           Em
could have gone the other way many times 
could have turned dalai with the lama 
              Am
but I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent 
C
Recently but don't jinx it 
              Em
It's like clint eastwood looking for peace 
Though maybe no finny enter 
The priesthood but at least should 
         Am
Make an attempt to show some remorse 
                            C
and then be some sort of a repenter 
                              Em
for the people I've been a menace to 
Not a preacher but a shit starting finisher 
                        Am
In the mind of a thick skin but a short temper 
                        C
This patience of mine is thinner 
                     Em
Than twine is when I get attacked 
So I might say something back that might offend you 
                   Am
So if you don't like when I rap 
                     C
What I have to say on the mic then you 
                   Em
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks                  Am 
and take a f***n hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner 
                 C
bust balls and intestines 
                     Em
and ain't never been yes men 
They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin up 
The minute I'm ever giving it less than 
                 Am
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming 
                  C
cause failure's something I can barely stomach 
            Em
and I only listen to my guts 
So unless you're my fuckin belly button 
don't tell me nothin' 
             Am
You ain't my (best friend best friend) 
C
Who you think I'm talking 'bout 
Em
Lifts me up when I'm down and out 
Still look to him without a doubt 
             Am                   C   Em
Still got a (best friend best friend) 
Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed a mouth
Now that I got a higher power
Now when a black out power outage
They powerless, but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds to black sheep
But I be the worst thing
That these motherfuckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You'll be D-O-A, they'll announced
But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
He's all around you
Not even the doctor's at the hospital
He could have shigy-shocked you back to life
It's in piggy possible to revive you
That's word to the diggy-doo
Stiggy stopping is not an option
And that's something I'm not gonna do
I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable strip, cock and I shoot
Who do you thinks my Glock that I use?
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
And he'll be waiting at the gate
When you get sprayed up, sending you hoes straight up
To deal with my (best friend)

Refrão:
Am  G                        Em
      To the father son and holy spirit 
I hold you nearest 
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend 
                            C
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance 
      Em
I can almost hear it 
    Am                 G
My best friend best friend 
                               Em
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit 
behold these lyrics 
         Am                 G
I got a best friend best friend 
              C                  Em
Yeah I got a best friend best friend yeah