feat. Cl'Che, Den Den
[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
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 want to 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]
