Growing up in a time that turned boys to men
 Carlo was the slick one  the little girls liked him
 And all the little niggaz in the hood  wanted to fight him
 But Carlo  main nigga James wasn't having that
 James had boxing game and left niggaz laying flat
 All of us 12 or 13 at the time
 Drinking cheap wine  and smokin' brown bag dimes
 I was into writing rhyme in class at school
 Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool
 One day, some up the block niggaz came talking shit
 Bragin' on they clique, and how many crews they click with
 Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them niggaz so for real
 James so cool to get with fucked his whole grill
 Carlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22
 They got some heat too, what the fuck we gonna do?
 Bust and hit the backdoor, now we in the alleyway
 Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin' to see another day
 Blessed to escape the mayhem
 Time and time again, we escaped the mayhem
 [Talking]
 Yo, whats been goin' on dogg?
 Man, that shit goin' down dogg
 what's goin' down with you?
 I done heard you got rich huh?
 You don't fuck around with us in the hood no more huh?
 You know it's funny how shit changes, right?
 How life can loosen up a friendship that's so tight
 Years after all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes
 Us being homeboys, didn't seem so fine
 Years of just fuckin' around, rappin' in the neighborhood
 Found me with a gold album, tryin' to live my life good
 Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan
 Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin' about a hundred man
 That nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
 Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the fuck he want
 The game changed, now you gotta play with death
 Now I have to ask myself
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 Do you remember your childhood, back when
 You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
 Now it's all about your benjamins, your cash flow
 And if a nigga fuck with that, he better know
 Time changed everything, between us
 And if I see you in the streets, I gotta bust
 You used to be a friend to me, one I could trust
 Now if you see me in the streets, you better bust
 One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya dig?
 Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kids
 Flippin' through the hood, seen James with his little crew
 Blue rags up, in a drop top Malibu
 Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burnin'
 Bumpin' DJ Squeeky, flashin' what the earnin'
 He asked about Carlo, well what can I say?
 I write him when I get a chance, but I pray for him everyday
 Lookin' at my ride, tellin' me nigga you comin' up
 Fuckin' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
 Nah cat, it ain't like that
 I gotta eat, that's when James clicked and pulled out his fuckin' heat
 I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was empty
 17 shots, and didn't nothin hot nip me
 Quickly, grabbed my shit and opened it up wide
 The nigga on the passenger side instantly died
 James bailed, I gave chase, fuck the consequence
 If I let him live, he'll start another incident
 12 years ago, I never thought I'd see the day
 Shit would ever be this way
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