Times Have Changed

Damn homie, shits changed out here dawg, fo'real Let me take you to a time Where no homies dropped the dime Where the juras would pursue us So it's trucha on the grind Start to laugh but then I cry But my tears are held inside Cause this vida, it's been vicious Just to make it, time to shine Ask the homies in the varr Feeing blessed, that's thanks to god Just to make the paper, yes the feddi Serving with a job All the homies listen see It's about the big one-three Keep it movin' fuck polluting any righteous city G Was the choice I chose to live Anybody come and get the clesh Just stash the vest cuz it's always fuck a pig On the calles every day From skid row to mandalay That's the bay up in Vegas Ask investors they don't play (they don't play) And yeah I remember a time Where the juras would pursue us No one's dropping a dime Just to live through the path I was chosen to take What could I say, just a kid growing up in L.A But now my raza's wisin' up, from a script to a cut Make that money, nothing funny Be about making bucks It's so easy to fall Off the track and get caught up Never that, that's a fact Show em that we wised up I hit the block and I'm thinking about them old days Bombed out with a gauge, till I caught a case But them years pass, an ese came back Hard as ever, Baby Jokes on the front map Moneys flipping, my mind is different Yeah I drifted cuz these foos ain't with the business Ain't trippin' cuz you foos ain't stack my plate And all my real camaradas are locked away It's kind of sad cuz every hood is doing bad No dad, drug labs, just fucked from scratch I'm a hold on to the reigns cuz I know they listen We blood of kings, best believe that our women princess And yeah I remember a time Where the juras would pursue us No one's dropping a dime Just to live through the path I was chosen to take What could I say, just a kid growing up in L.A But now my raza's wisin' up, from a script to a cut Make that money, nothing funny Be about making bucks It's so easy to fall Off the track and get caught up Never that, that's a fact Show em that we wised up And I remember, I used to bang for my gang Prepare to die for my gang You know I ride for my gang A twisted youngster from the hood Signed my life away in blood I'd give my life to the bullet Been foolish, being misunderstood I started slanging, no tripping I caught my foes when they slippin' I pop this whole fucking clip in Won't stop til nobody's living There's drugs from violence Got my G right stacking a mileage Find me if you can, I'm still caught up in this fucking fight And ain't no mercy on my soul, til I'm destined to go And where I'm going is inferno, for me living so cold I never knew I'd live this long but I'd be ready for war Dropping cases by the dozens, knock 'em all to the floor, come on And yeah I remember a time Where the juras would pursue us No one's dropping a dime Just to live through the path I was chosen to take What could I say, just a kid growing up in L.A But now my raza's wisin' up, from a script to a cut Make that money, nothing funny Be about making bucks It's so easy to fall Off the track and get caught up Never that, that's a fact Show em that we wised up Yeah, we up in the studio right now dawg Big Jasp, D Salas, you know A gang of homies ain't here right now What's up Chino Gee homie Im right here dawg, still doing this shit Minor from that Cherryville gang homie You know it don't stop dawg All the homies passed away, you know These little kids lost up in here homie You know, L.A. Hollywood, land of dreams Ain't no muthafucking land of dreams right here G