3 kids started off being friends to the end growing up in a time that turned boys to men carlo was the slick one the little girls liked him and all the little niggas in the hood wanted to fight him but carlo main nigga james wasn t having that james had boxing game and left niggas 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 niggas came talking shit bragin on they clique and how many crews they click with tryin to start some extra clip shit them niggas 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 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 chorus 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 chorus