Eightball & MJG - Time lyrics

3 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 n***az in the hood, wanted to fight him But Carlo, main n***a James wasn't having that James had boxing game and left n***az laying flat All of us 12 or 13 at the time Drinking cheap wine and smokin' brown bag dimes I was into writing rhyme in cla** at school Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool One day, some up the block n***az came talking sh** Bragin' on they clique and how many crews they click with Tryin' to start some extra clip sh**, them n***az so for real James so cool to get with f**ed his whole grill Carlo, that slick n***a pulled a 22 They got some heat too, what the f** we gonna do? Bust and hit the back door, now we in the alleyway Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin' to see another day Blessed to escape the mayhem Time and time again, we escaped the mayhem Yo, what's been goin' on dogg? Man, that sh** goin' down dogg What's goin' down with you? I done heard you got rich, uh? You don't f** around with us In the hood no more, uh? You know it's funny how sh** 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 f**in' around, rappin' in the neighborhood Found me with a gold album, tryin' to live my life good Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin' about a hundred man That n***a James, straight cutthroat on them snouts Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the f** he want The game changed, now you gotta play with d**h 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 Benjamin's, your cash flow And if a n***a f** 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, ya dig? Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kids Flippin' through the hood, seen James with his little crew Blue rags up, in a drop top Malibu Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burnin' Bumpin' DJ Squeaky, flashin' what the earnin' He asked about Carlo, well what can I say? I write him when I get a chance but I pray for him everyday Lookin' at my ride, tellin' me n***a you comin' up f**in' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us Na cat, it ain't like that, I gotta eat That's when James clicked and pulled out his f**in' heat I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was empty 17 shots and didn't nothin' hot nip me Quickly, grabbed my sh** and opened it up wide The n***a on the pa**enger side instantly died James bailed, I gave chase, f** the consequence If I let him live, he'll start another incident 12 years ago, I never thought I'd see the day sh** 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 Benjamin's, your cash flow And if a n***a f** 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