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 niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight him  But Carlo, main nigga James wasn't having that  James had boxing game and left niggaz 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 niggaz came talking shit  Bragin' on they clique, and how many crews they click with  Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them niggaz 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    [Talking]  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