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 *****z in the hood, wanted to fight him

But Carlo, main ***** James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and left *****z 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 cl*** at school
Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool
One day, some up the block *****z came talking ****
Bragin' on they clique and how many crews they click with

Tryin' to start some extra clip ****, them *****z so for real
James so cool to get with ***ked his whole grill
Carlo, that slick ***** pulled a 22
They got some heat too, what the ***k we gonna do?

Bust and hit the back door, 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, what's been goin' on dogg?
Man, that **** goin' down dogg
What's goin' down with you?
I done heard you got rich, uh?
You don't ***k around with us
In the hood no more, uh?

You know it's funny how **** 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 ***kin' 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 ***** James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the ***k he want
The game changed, now you gotta play with death
Now I have to ask myself

Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, your cash flow
And if a ***** ***k 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 Squeaky, 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 ***** you comin' up
***kin' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
Na cat, it ain't like that, I gotta eat
That's when James clicked and pulled out his ***kin' 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 **** and opened it up wide
The ***** on the p***enger side instantly died

James bailed, I gave chase, ***k the consequence
If I let him live, he'll start another incident
12 years ago, I never thought I'd see the day
**** would ever be this way

Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your Benjamin's, your cash flow
And if a ***** ***k 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