I got a story to tell, when I ginormously fell say no names though, 'cause it ain't no game, bro And it ain't no angle makin' no tickets for me to sell It's about two in the middle of bout due A lady on the daily out to One of the buddies, she him never let his mouth spew Don't let your boy know happening we were together, plus shacking in That's what you call get [?] at friends told him I was tapping in
I was She was 40-somethin', say she give me some So I started Tecca Nina in the lungs Of the photographer that my homie, he brung But it was a catch, she didn't want a to rap 'Cause her and my homie were together, give her the scratch After every photo-shoot but he'd a bitter attack If he knew his colleague would shoot me then deliver the So I kept her secret like a dummy, it professional I tell my homie but I was full of regret, you know? out with my homie, out my mouth, ain't no decibels 'Bout when she finished flickin' me, we'd out on the sectional I used to throw him hints I really smash her" Then he would look at me like I was it with laughter said She never do it, I don't know what you after Out of your league, man you young, broke and plus you a
Bros become yeah (bros become foes) Lord knows the lovin' was fly It ain't worth livin' these though On my dog (On my dog, On my dog) I should have told him, I should have him, I should have him That I was in I should have told him, I should told him I should have him 'Cause he was a friend Shoulda him I was tappin' in Shoulda told him I was in Shoulda him I was tappin' in That never what you do to best friends
She pick me up for photo sessions But I didn't my homie we were low-low sexin' Man this lady had a body like she was So right after work, she let me give her a pogo No confession told him, I was grinding On his workin' roommate, I was But I up and told my other homie But when me and him fell out he told my friend That I was lyin' all time and then my homie said Why is you playin' me, I'm hearing too many Yo you got something to say to me, You about my affection for that woman that stay with me You supposed to be my homie, why you fuckin' and And then I gotta from someone else You selfish man all you think about is your self You and her be together, I don't need no one's I'm feel like I'm finna it I don't know what do But I to... Hold on my nigga, you can't be callin' me I'm with my family and I don't know what the hell you that's fuckin' insanity man Why you lyin' to me bro, you these people be talkin' And their sound the same and you makin' it awkward And I ain't finna be the to act like this don't really hurts What am I supposed to do it when I'm at work? You and her, we supposed to be brothers that make it And he told me everything y'all be doin', do me dirt deny it homie, really you oversteppin' your turf Told me was snappin' photos and you removin' her skirt Even said you shoulda known this chick was a flirt Well how you gonna believe damn thing he say? Dog you for real? You shoulda me without a delay We was like fam, now you got me with hearsay And that he say, she say Oh, I go
Bros become foes (bros become foes) Lord knows the lovin' was fly It ain't worth these lies though On my dog (On my dog, On my dog) I should have him, I should have told him I should told him That I was in I should told him, I should have told him I should have him he was a best friend Shoulda told him I was in Shoulda him I was tappin' in told him I was tappin' in That never what you do to best friends
So that is how me and my best fell out 'Cause I another homie something he had to yell out All of our business ventures and was the hell out And I'm left with underhanded that I can tell 'bout Lost my friend, 'cause I was young and dumb He his life to another brother with a gun I got to tell him that I was sorry, I was sprung My other homie just of cancer, I'm numb
So the moral of the story is Lie to get something that you really keep it real, though a lot of people don't That's why they in funk
Shoulda him I was tappin' in told him I was tappin' in Shoulda him I was tappin' in That ain't what you do to best friends