Testo Time - 8Ball
Testo della canzone Time (8Ball), tratta dall'album Lost: Chopped & Screwed
Three 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 niggas in the hood wanted to fight him
But Carlo's main nigga James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and left niggas laying flat
All of us 12 or 13 at the time
Drinking cheap wine and smoking brown bag dimes
I was into writing rhymes in class at school
Waiting for the bell to ring so we could go and shoot pool
One day some up the block niggas came talking shit
Bragging on their cliques and how many crews they clicked with
Trying to start some extra click shit, them niggas so for real
James told who to get with and fucked his whole grill
Carlo, that slick nigga, pulled a.22
They got some heat, too, what the fuck we gonna do?
Busted, hit the back door, now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumping fast, trying to see another day
Blessed to escape the mayhem
Time and time again we escaped the mayhem
Yo, what's been going on, dog?
Man, ain't shit going down, dog
What's going 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 fucking around, rapping in the neighborhood
Found me with a gold album, trying to live my life good
Carlo got popped with eight ki's in a minivan
Somewhere in Texarkan' doing about a hundred, man
That nigga James straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbing dope boys, getting what the fuck he want
The game changed, now you gotta play with death
Now I have to ask myself
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, you dig?
Picked up a zip of hay after I dropped off my kids
Flipping through the hood, seen James with his little crew
Blue-ragged up in a drop-top Malibu
Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burning
Bumping DJ Squeeky, flashing what they earning
He asked 'bout Carlo, well, what can I say?
I write him when I get a chance, but I pray for him every day
Looking at my ride, telling me, "Nigga, you coming up
Fucking with that rapping stuff, I guess you just forgot about us"
Naw, cat, it ain't like that, I gotta eat
That's when James clicked and pulled out his fucking heat
I hit the gas, he kept busting 'til the clip was empty
Seventeen shots and didn't nothing 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
Twelve years ago, I never thought I'd see the day
Shit would ever be this way
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
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Writer(s): Premro Smith, T. Jones
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