So i changed, huh You got a phone, Pick it up, me
How come, we even talk no more, And you don't call no more, We don't barely in touch at all, And I don't even feel the love when we hug no mo', And I heard it through the grape vine we even now, After all the years we've down, no way, no how, This can't be true, We family, aint a damn change unless it's you
One] We so young, So full of and vibrant, Side by wherever you was ridin', I went, So almost was some Bonnie and Clyde shit, When Ronnie died you was by my side, With a to cry on and a tissue to wipe my eyes, And a bucket to catch every I cried inside it, You even had the 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 to fived it, We grew up, grew apart this went by us, Then I blew up to both and mine surprises, Now I the vibe I just cant describe it, Much as your pride tries to it, You're your touch, its like ice, And your eyes is the 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 would'a the nigger first, 'Fore I let him me, Or me up with somethin' worse, Some that I wasn't with, I hit her & quit, but you would pull a talk her && her she was the shit I told you don't get involved her, You smoking the cron'c with her, Coming the bar with her, half drunk, Like husband or wife or somthin', But you her fucken other niggaz Must've hurt pride or somthin', 'Cause you I fit them after people, Like you it with me, When all I tried to do is show you your girl was shifty, and ever since the fans and all the shit i produced You actin' I ain't your man, And like she can't be loose, But I am your friend, I'm trying to tell you the truth, Don't hate the or the playa', The one that's is you
(Proof)
[Verse
We gettin at the top 'cause my had to stop now we actin like i gotta live for the block and homies in the hood see me on the tube so they on the porch, get to speakin on who fools i used to rap with, all magic my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen but Proof its just actin, at the party were made it so my babys aint starvin at home see the devil in your grin, since the ghetto we friends forever, real intelligence, thats forever the end I peep the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in lies aint wastin my time with snakes in disguise (How come) when you talk its bitter with fight (And how come) its my fault for what you did with your and time i go to hear you and play you look away we barely embrace, you cant even me in my face
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