(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 ^!$$%z, 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, mother$#&@ers 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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

[Hook x2]

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 mother$#&@ers 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 bull%#@! people bring

Cause the world is full of evil mayn
That's why I stay one deep, $#&@ these ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ %#@!, that's why I murder with one click
These fake $$# G's I'm done with, selling my %#@! for one sill

But claiming you down to the ground (*##$, (*##$ 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 x2]


[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 ^!$$%, thinking that you running thangs
But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, cause you's a (*##$ ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%z, but I don't $#&@ 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 x2]