But me catchin' you fuckin' other niggers musta hurt your pride or somethin' cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me, when all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty. I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her comin' out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk like y'all was husband and wife or somethin'. But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit. Some bitch that I wasn't with, I would hit her then quit. So I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst. It was my dream at first to be on spittin' a verse on my own album with a deal but shit got worse. Your cold, your touch it's just like ice in your eyes is the look of resenment I can sense it, and I dont like it. Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it, as much as your pride tries to hide it. We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises. Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours and mine I survived it. You even had the same type of childhood I did. When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it. So close, almost on some Bonnie & Clyde shit. We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you So young, so full of life in vibrant, side by side wherever you was ridin' I went. After all the years we been down, aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true. And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now. We dont barely keep in touch at all, and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more. How come we dont even talk no more, and you dont even call no more.
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