[Intro]
Ight, yeah
Like that, baby
[Chorus]
Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros
Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show
I remember back in August when you showed up at my show
Ain't give a ni**a heads-up and expected me to know
[Verse 1]
How my homie left? You was my brother, I always represent
But when the money came, you was thinking "I'm getting better friends"
These fu*k ni**as, industry phonies, I never get 'em
But you thought I was letting them get me, I wouldn't let 'em
That's the envy
Me and you should've been in the Bentley
But you hated on my rise and the fact I was getting plenty
Would've shared it with my mans, but you ended up leaving empty
sh*t was never in our plans, but the future could come in heavy
Check the time piece, set the dial on grimy
ni**as out here slimy, my own homie tried me
fu*k 'em though
Reminisce while riding through the city slope
Grimes, we was slammin', bringing paper through our mother's door
fu*k it, though
[Chorus]
Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros
Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show
Came through to the block and ni**as told me you was gone
Envious of how I lived, this sh*t knocked you out your zone, damn
Now raise the glass up for your mans
That had envy in his heart, so the ni**a couldn't hang
Pray the homie living good, pray his family ain't mad
You could cycle through the past, but won't get back what you had, nah
[Verse 2]
I dedicate this song to homies from the past
Outgrew what we was doing, knew our friendship wouldn't last
I was focused on my betterment than getting to the cash
Guess progressing in this life would leave some ni**as in the back, damn
That envy even took a part of me
Looking at my peers getting better while I'm still struggling
Log into the 'gram, there's another new rapper bubbling
Coming up in last could be so humbling
Try again
I hate to admit that I was never good with friends
Too preoccupied with stuff, that's all we got inside the end
ni**as switching up in time, I see them fakin' through my lens
I can't live inside of lies, I got enough inside my head
I been consistent with my time, I keep my mental feeling zen
Stay persistent in my grind, I need that AMG Benz
Been resistant to rekindle, writing texts but never send
Keeping distant from them ni**as, ain't no reason to pretend, nah
[Chorus]
Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros
Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show
Came through to the block and ni**as told me you was gone
Envious of how I lived, this sh*t knocked you out your zone, damn
Now raise the glass up for your mans
That had envy in his heart, so the ni**a couldn't hang
Pray the homie living good, pray his family ain't mad
You could cycle through the past, but won't get back what you had