Why would I shit on you now?
'Cause you was up when I was tryna be down
Left me stuck, when you would slide out of town
Never offer pounds, never gave me no rounds for the K I had, uh?
And you ain't no trip when my lil 'brother got tagged (on God)
I remember Nick and Air Max and a beat from fan (on God)
I remember suckas couldn't pay us to get a pass (on God)
I remember Fourth Ave, foes draggin 'the Jag'
I was outside 'fore Twinzilla went bad (on God)
I was outside when Tasha was sellin 'crack (on God)
I was side bettin' when Larder was shootin 'craps (on God)
I was in the car with Dizzy when he was smacked
Took a trip Sauce and I hate we can't get him back, yeah
Took a trip with Zoe and he let me borrow the MAC
Case squeezin' 'right beside me, that nigga lived in a trap (on God)
I was at the market when Bama was being sold
When granny was tweakin 'on us' bout Fiddle she think we stole

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Writer(s): Timothy P. Paterson