You Used to Be the Homie

You used to be the homie Why'd you have to switch up on me I used to call you call you brodie Used to share the same forty You used to be the homie You used to be the homie You used to be the homie Why'd you have to switch up on me I used to call you call you brodie Used to share the same forty You used to be the homie You used to be the homie You used to be the homie Had a lot of love for you Now when I see you I act like I don't know you You switched up on the team Now there ain't no turning back You turned into a fiend When you heard them suckas rap But that ain't all facts Man that shit is all fake I stand my own ground And I eat in on my own plate I don't never ask for hand outs Bitch I really stand out If you got a problem with me That's another man down This is from the heart I ain't got to fake the funk Been down since the jump Don't make my cousin pop the trunk Cause this shit'll get crazy, fifty-one fifty You out your fucking mind If you think no soldiers with me I run around with shooters AK's and them rugers You chose the other side So now I really gotta do ya This ain't really what you want On the gang, man I promise I taught you what you know And I'm just really being honest You used to be the homie Why'd you have to switch up on me I used to call you call you brodie Used to share the same forty You used to be the homie You used to be the homie You used to be the homie Why'd you have to switch up on me I used to call you call you brodie Used to share the same forty You used to be the homie You used to be the homie Yeah, it's kinda hard for me to speak about it Especially when I don't wanna think about it What this music done for me? Beside expose me to fake love and fake homies (straight up) Got a small circle staying A1 SKMob had my back since day one O&B believed in what I had to offer 2 black G's gave the keys to the raza Now we in the lab 24-7 all week Yeah that's 7 9-11's and that shit just repeat On my mama, go and reap what you sow That's that karma So you better take it slow Now they treat me like an enemy And I'm just doing my thang I pull up with the gang bitch And I don't fucking bang That's my family And they know that you're hating on me And all I'm tryna do is help the homies, fo'real On another note Everybody wanna know What happened between me and Kujo I guess that y'all should know Y'all never hear us on a song again Told him sometimes these homies ain't your friends Then one of these friends told him like this I'll send someone to your house With your wifey and your kids See Misfit's SKM and I don't fucking like em So you better not fuck with em If you wanna live your life up I know you love your son I know you love your son, don't be dumb I don't feel bad for no one once it's done You know me, yeah I'm your real homie You fucking with me and I don't fuck with phonies So Misfit? Yeah that's out the question You'll never have my muthafucking blessing Yeah that's out the question Don't make me have to teach your ass a lesson True story And everybody do what they do to survive My music and my son is what keeping me alive I ain't mad at cha You used to be the homie Why'd you have to switch up on me I used to call you call you brodie Used to share the same forty You used to be the homie You used to be the homie You used to be the homie Why'd you have to switch up on me I used to call you call you brodie Used to share the same forty You used to be the homie You used to be the homie