we were once two homies of the same kind
used to holler at a kitty wit the same line
you was once so full of life,
now you're all alone, surrounded by knives
your furs been pimpin for years
but it's only brought you fears
wasn't accustomed to the white picket life
let yo momma know, she's raised a player that ain't no lie
sippin back the gin,
drinking enough to make your head spin
recheckin your life, would anyone care?
we got mad love for you homie,
we be forever there.
no nigga,
your time ain't here
you gotta stay in dis world
gotta stay on top
shockin bitches till you die
forever you gonna stay high
got mad for ya homie,
we ain't even mad
don't go echo
don't leave your homies ridin solo
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