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3 kids off being friends to the end
Growing up in a time that boys to men
was the slick one, the little girls liked him
And all the little in the hood, wanted to fight him

But Carlo, main nigga James wasn't that
had boxing game and left niggaz laying flat
All of us 12 or 13 at the
Drinking cheap wine and smokin' bag dimes

I was writing rhyme in class at school
for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool
One day, some up the block niggaz came shit
Bragin' on they clique and how many crews they click

Tryin' to start some clip shit, them niggaz so for real
James so cool to get with his whole grill
Carlo, that slick nigga a 22
They got some too, what the fuck we gonna do?

and hit the back door, now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin' to see day
Blessed to the mayhem
and time again, we escaped the mayhem

Yo, what's been on dogg?
Man, that shit down dogg
What's down with you?
I heard you got rich, uh?
You don't around with us
In the no more, uh?

You know it's funny how changes, right?
How life can loosen up a friendship that's so
Years after all the horseplay and misdemeanor
Us homeboys, didn't seem so fine

Years of just fuckin' around, in the neighborhood
Found me with a album, tryin' to live my life good
got popped with 8 keys in a minivan
Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin' a hundred man

nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the fuck he
The game changed, now you play with death
Now I have to ask

Do you remember your childhood, back
You didn't have to loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, cash flow
And if a nigga fuck with that, he know

Time changed everything, us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta
You used to be a friend to me, one I trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you better

One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya
Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my
Flippin' the hood, seen James with his little crew
rags up, in a drop top Malibu

Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip
Bumpin' DJ Squeaky, flashin' what the
He asked about Carlo, what can I say?
I write him I get a chance but I pray for him everyday

Lookin' at my ride, me nigga you comin' up
Fuckin' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just about us
Na cat, it ain't like that, I eat
That's when James clicked and pulled out his heat

I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was
17 shots and nothin' hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my shit and opened it up
The on the passenger side instantly died

James bailed, I chase, fuck the consequence
If I let him live, he'll another incident
12 years ago, I never I'd see the day
Shit would be this way

Do you remember your childhood, when
You have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all your Benjamin's, your cash flow
And if a nigga fuck that, he better know

changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta
You used to be a friend to me, one I could
Now if you see me in the streets, you bust