So i changed, huh You got a phone, Pick it up, me
How come, we even talk no more, And you don't even no more, We don't keep in touch at all, And I don't even feel the same when we hug no mo', And I it through the grape vine we even beefin' now, After all the we've been down, no way, no how, This bullshit be true, We family, aint a damn thing unless it's you
One] We so young, So of life and vibrant, by side wherever you was ridin', I went, So close almost was some and Clyde shit, When died you was right by my side, With a to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes, And a bucket to catch every tear I cried it, You had the same type of childhood I did, I just wanna know why, Is it that you to yours, And mine I it, You ran the streets I nine to it, We grew up, apart this time went by us, Then I up to both yours and mine surprises, Now I feel the I just cant describe it, Much as your tries to hide it, You're your touch, its like ice, And eyes is the look of resentment, I can sense it and I don't it
(Kon Artis)
[Verse It was my dream at to be on spittin the verse, On my own album a deal but shit got worse, So I came out I killed the nigger first, I let him disrespect me, Or check me up somethin' worse, bitch that I wasn't with, I hit her & quit, but you would pull a talk her && her she was the shit I you don't get involved with her, You were the cron'c with her, Coming out'a the bar her, Stumblin' drunk, Like y'all or wife or somthin', But you cathin her fucken other Must've hurt pride or somthin', you wolf I fit them after people, Like you want it me, When all I tried to do is show you your girl was shifty, and since the fans and all the shit that i produced You like I ain't your man, And like she can't be loose, But I am your friend, I'm just to tell you the truth, hate the game or the playa', The one changin is you
(Proof)
[Verse
We gettin at the top 'cause my homie had to now we like i gotta live only for the block and homies in the hood see me on the tube so they on the porch, get to speakin on who i used to rap with, all expect magic like my finger get to snappin and it just happen but Proof its just actin, at the party were shady it so my babys aint starvin at home see the in your grin, since the ghetto we been friends forever, real intelligence, thats forever the end I peep the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in lies aint wastin my with these snakes in disguise (How come) you talk its with bitter with fight (And how come) its my for what you did with your life and every time i go to hear you and play you look we barely embrace, you even look me in my face
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