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Cruch Calhoun - Best Of Me Lyrics

BEST OF ME Lyrics[Intro]
Calhoun
Yeah
Burning rubber mixed with gun smoke
That's what this shit sound like, hmm
Burning rubber mixed with gun smoke
Yeah (Roselle, what's up?)
Huh? (Rubber mixed with)
Haha

[Verse 1]
We gon' start like this (Woo)
This shit sound like burning rubber mixed with gun smoke (Skrrt)
Front porch blood-soaked (Bop)
Banking on that next flip get scary when your funds low (Let's go)
Rule number one's I'm just the one (One)
Play it smart, this shit get dumb
You know they try to trip you up, they see you start to have a run (Woo)
Oh, shit, here I go
John Stockton pack, you see the mailman just give and go
Notice I be chilling, but I'll be quick to let these niggas know
Notice how they move, they may not say it, but you can feel it, though
It may be hard to stomach (Yeah), still trust your gut feeling, though (Let's go)
Ain't had no shiesty mask, you see they face when them niggas slide (Rrah)
Put a bullet in his throat, they saved that boy in the neck of time (Damn)
People stabbed me in my back, I kept it cool and I never cried
Took the knife out my back and then I used it to sever ties (Woo)
I know he hurt, they hit his brother seven times (Bop, bop)
I hear it in his voice when he said fine (Bop), like no, you not
Niggas ain't never bought a yacht then partied 'til the sun set
Takin' back these shots for somethin' fatty in a sundress (Woo)
Wake up with a baddie in my lap like, "You ain't done yet"
I only rolled for one set (Thirty)
And fuck 'em if they ain't with us (Dirt Gang, nigga)
Fuck 'em if they hate it and they ain't feel us (Fuck, fuck, yeah), look
Said, if I ever put in pain with 'em, I still could call them same niggas (That's facts)
Fuck the rest, yeah, uh (Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all)
Word, look, that's just how I feel (Fuck 'em)
Uh, look (Roselle USA, nigga, woo)

[Verse 2]
Fuck 'em all if they ain't with us (Fuck 'em)
Fuck 'em all if they ain't feel us (Fuck 'em)
Niggas really ain't no killers (Nah)
They need pills to go drillin' (Ha)
Keep quiet, case pendin', ride five percent tinted (Skrrt)
He my dog since we was callin' at the seven to save our minutes (That's facts)
Shouts to Craft, we miss you bad (Craft), if there's a heaven, I hope he in it (Dirt Gang)
I put points up every inning (Bop), niggas act like this a scrimmage (Ha)
Niggas'll crop you for a image (Yeah), niggas'll boom you for that pendant (Rrah)
Caught him at the day party, damn near blew him out his linen (Bop, bop)
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops, fuck the jury and the judges (Fuck 'em)
Fuck a hater, you see, go tell him fuck him and his brothers (Ha, woo)
Had to wake up, like fuck all the fake love and fake hugs (Fuck it all)
Don't need to check on me unless it's comin' with a paystub (Woo)
You owe, you better pay up (Pay up)
I ain't never worked at Blimpie, in other words, I never made subs
I dare you say my name, cuz
If I wasn't on the 9, then you can find me where the 8 was (Roselle)
Back when Isotoner made them OJ gloves (Woo)
I remember everything before this Meta shit, you gain control
Alter that, then delete, you see your shift (Think about it)
And even put in the little work
Them niggas be the biggest Crips (Ha), you never thought he'd be a snitch
Until that day subpoenas hit, I seen the flip, trust me (Uh, yeah, woo)

[Chorus]
Done with fake love, it's no fun
I never want it or need it (Ayo, I never needed your love, you feel me?)
You know what's up, don't front (I never wanted it, I never needed it)
Don't try to hide it, I mean it (Ayy, it was cool to have)
I'm done with fake love, it's no fun (All that fake love, keep it to yourself)
Whether you wanna believe it (Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all)
You know what's up, don't front (I know what's up, man)
Know where you hide it, believe me

[Outro]
The real hate or fake love, which you gon' choose?
Ha, fuck 'em all, though
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Nah, for real, fuck, if they ain't with us, they ain't part of what we doing
They ain't movin' how we movin', fuck 'em, you heard?
Fuck all them niggas, man
Excuse my French, haha
Call it how I see it
Fuck it
Mike & Keys (You hold me close)
Yeah, yeah
Don't front
Lady (Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all)