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Ight, yeah Like that, baby 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 to my show Ain't give a nigga heads-up and expected me to know 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 fuck niggas, industry phonies, I never [?] '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 Shit was never in our plans, but the future could come in heavy Check the time piece, set the dial on grimy Niggas out here slimy, my own homie tried me Fuck 'em though Reminisce while riding through the city slope Grimes, we was slammin', bringing paper through our mother's door Fuck it, though Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show Letras de cancionesCame through to the block and niggas told me you was gone Envious of how I lived, this shit knocked you out your zone, damn Now raise the glass up for your mans That had envy in his heart, so the nigga 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 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 niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas, ain't no reason to pretend, nah 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 niggas told me you was gone Envious of how I lived, this shit knocked you out your zone, damn Now raise the glass up for your mans That had envy in his heart, so the nigga 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 From Letras Mania