We've been cool since the end of 7th grade.
But it seems like forever.
We may argue and we may fight.
I promise you, you will be alright.
You know what?
You cool peps.
I believe you'll fight for a girl, if you saw me in the street.
You know what? Imma keep it real.
You my folk and that's how I feel.
You crazy, nice, and cool.
We kick it, we play, but if I was down and out, would you stay?
I mean, you like a brother I never had.
Even when I'm bad, and even when I'm sad.
If you asked for something, I would try to send.
But always remember, you're my best friend.
