[Verse One]: Grandmama always used to say "Teeth and tongue fall out." So I ain't trip if we ain't hang out Then we flipped and wouldn't hang out Word from mutual friends when you speak it's fuck me comin' out cha mouth Fuck me? Nigga, fuck you But damn I was the man whenever bills was overdue Shit Got my deal, I ain't even tripped once I was the new MC Hammer take ya niggas to lunch Help homies, give 'em money when they caught in the crush But what's funny, run out of money and you ain't called me once Now my childhood friends turned to childish ass men Mad cause I ain't broke and fucked up like them With thirty five kids and a dead end job Trying to throw a guilt trip like the shit my prob Nah Now they mad they wanna hate on my shine Who needs enemies when I got friends like mine
[Hook]: Had yo back but you didn't have mine Act like you didn't now me half the time Can't believe this Now I see it's bad intention It's not worth it
Smile in my face then stab me in the back True homeboys don't get down like that
But you see seasons changes Love changes Best friends become strangers
[Verse Two]: Ain't you happy for me that I made it in rap You rather see me join the army and get killed in Iraq Damn You'll be glad if I died Cause it kills you when I pass by in that fancy ass ride With a fine ass chick in the passenger side You in some dusty ass Honda it's your fat bitch's ride I remember my 85 Maxima You niggas filled it up but rarely ever put gas in 'er Early morning saw you niggas was weak I did all the hard work putting down in the street Made all the contacts through your time into beats You'd just come write a verse and kick up yo feet And got the nerve to run around to say you made me And I used you, nigga you crazy Now my former homies hatin' saying, "Bishop is wack." But Bishop is signed, wheres your contract?
[Hook]: Had yo back but you didn't have mine Act like you didn't now me half the time Can't believe this Now I see it's bad intention It's not worth it
Smile in my face then stab me in the back True homeboys don't get down like that
But you see seasons changes Love changes Best friends become strangers
[Verse Three]: You know what's funny to me, but it's sad though This rap shit can turn yo friends into some assholes And bitch niggas, yeah they might be rocking panty hoes You better check them, they can hide them under normal clothes And out west a lot of rappers say they so hood Yeah right more like west Hollywood And it's a small world I know most of these dudes A few I consider friends but most I consider fools Fools that think I'm food with the lies they try to Disguise and decide to use, but I am not amused Gypsy ass rappers steady dick hopping crews Wondering around connivin' on whoever they can use Miss Carly Simon, prolly think this songs about you But it's too many to name so just fuck all you Hit begin with pain I end it with laughter Now I see why 'Pac made I Ain't Mad At Cha
[Hook]: Had yo back but you didn't have mine Act like you didn't now me half the time Can't believe this Now I see it's bad intention It's not worth it
Smile in my face then stab me in the back True homeboys don't get down like that
But you see seasons changes Love changes Best friends become strangers