[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
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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]
