The One With My Friends

Template:REAL ALBUM TEMPLATE**The One With My Friends** is a song by rapper Marty, featuring **NF,** Kaleb Mitchell, Fern, John Givez, Wordplayed.

## Lyrics

[Marty]:

I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song

You know what it is

Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know

I don't need a stylist

I'm only wearin' black

And my homies are wylin'

We all love Taylor Swift

I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef

I'm saucin' it up

No directions, we made it from scratch

Fear God tee on

Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo

They callin' me ugly

I'ma still marry a ten though

And I'm killin' the friendzone

I'ma kneel in the endzone

And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window

Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like

This is anti-radio

No placements, won't make it to top five

And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines

And I shoulda died

Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives

[John Givez]:

I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)

Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on

I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one)

Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song

Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8

Think I'm great, think y'all late

That's okay

Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface

To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)

At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)

Let me show you how to do this (I do it)

I just need a pencil and a pad

Guy, follow me now

Couple record companies tryna call on me now

Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style

It came from God

Man, I got my game from God

Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God

I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West!

Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)

I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what)

Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all

I just wanna be a legend

I just wanna speak to the people

I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds

Love God, live life

Do it all legal, it's easy

[NF]:

Don't ask me a question

If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it

I got no time for the drama

I got no time for the politics

I do not care about names

They don't mean nothin' to me

I didn't get in the game to make friends

And kiss up to people that don't even like me

You know what I mean!

I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here

But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day

You don't want my career

I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"

These are the comments that I gotta problem with

You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!

My fans will eat you alive

Trolls, get off of my page

My bars fly over they heads

I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane

You won't see me in a chain

I basically wear the same shirt everyday

Get a hole in it, go the store and I buy it again

You already know who it is, for real

[Wordsplayed]:

Still on the coast where they throw the set

'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks

Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield

Orale, you don't get no respect

Labels that hit Fern and Marty up

Marty and Fern never call 'em back

"You tryna be funny?", was all they asked

Look at the charts, who laughin' last?

Now I'm signed, need contracts

My God is major, my league minor

Throwin' numbers up, need contact

These beats remind of Scott Steiner

Andy killed it on Sway's show

So I best be workin' my one-liners

Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers

I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord

Never thought rappin' would keep us employed

Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd

The family watchin'

I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman

Shots out to Eric, I got 'em

Dog days in the Cali' summer

Life's hard, this beat's harder

Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter

All praise to the Holy Father

All the smoke was secondhand

Either way we'll never land

Say a prayer 'fore I come around

Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down

New York

[Fern]:

I wake up from my bed

Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head

'Cause everyday is Father's Day

Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig?

Third of the three little pigs

The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks

So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name

Bruh, I sold drugs

Bruh, I been grimy

Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me

Had the OG's, they respected me

The younger boys not remember me

I was in them streets in the background

Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free

Nowadays when I recollected and I put it down, gotta pay me

When you say Hollywood, gotta say me

When it comes to these raps and these APs

Cadillacs always been a M.O

Even when the old school broke down

I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em

It's no surprise a brother on now

When the streets get a chance to speak up

They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em

Speak up about the same issues and run it straight

Ain't gon' play with 'em

My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd

Looked at Santino right in his eyes

He broked out laughin', he's so reckless

He know I got now, it's no pressure

But when it's his turn, let the grits burn

That Lawrence Fishburne

But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran

Fernie

Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran

[Kaleb Mitchell]:

I'm in a lane by myself

Ain't checkin' for nobody else

Whole team lookin' monsterish

Don't really care for they acknowledgments

You can miss me with politics

They lookin' at us like some problem kids

Anti-political

I'm anti-political

Anti-political

I'm anti-political