| (Z-Ro) | |
| I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some | |
| Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun | |
| Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the past | |
| 16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil cash | |
| Now it's like we never knew eachother, motherfuckers act strange | |
| It's like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain | |
| Why they can't look me in my eyes no mo' | |
| Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo' | |
| I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends | |
| But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end | |
| Tell him to come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm | |
| Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't show | |
| Picture me walking down the feeter, everybody masking me up | |
| Oh good it's that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up | |
| That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking | |
| When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin cause uh | |
| (Hook - 2x) | |
| Friends just ain't friends no more | |
| Ain't no love, cause money is all we adore | |
| Friends just ain't friends no more | |
| I don't need you motherfuckers round me | |
| (Cl'Che) | |
| Most of these hoes say they your friend, but they really ain't down | |
| Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes don't come round | |
| The main hoes that talk down, most friends turn to foes | |
| That's just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds | |
| Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, help maintain | |
| And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit people bring | |
| Cause the world is full of evil mayn | |
| That's why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoes | |
| I be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger seat | |
| (Den Den) | |
| First he's riding high, now he busting Mack 10's | |
| Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back again | |
| There ain't no returning with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one click | |
| These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one sill | |
| But claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch you ain't down with | |
| Just another fake friend, trying to chop the Benz | |
| Helping to plead my ends, looking for a win | |
| Lying with a grin, trying to sneak back in | |
| (Hook - 2x) | |
| (Z-Ro) | |
| Remember back in '97, we was living it up | |
| If they had it and we wanted it, they was giving it up | |
| Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song together | |
| Matter of fact, we smoked our first zone together | |
| Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running thangs | |
| But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga | |
| Going against the grain, cause you done made a lil change | |
| But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the same | |
| I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans | |
| Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo | |
| Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo' | |
| Cause everybody want me to do, what they want me to do | |
| And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid | |
| But you know what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone | |
| Cause the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh | |
| (Hook - 2x) |
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