Intro
So I changed, huh
You got a phone,
Pick it up, call me

Chorus:
How come, we don't even talk no more,
And you don't even call no more,
We don't barely keep in touch at all,
And I don't even feel the same
love when we hug no mo',
And I heard it through the grape
vine we even beefin' now,
After all the years we've been down,
Ain't no way, no how,
This bullshit can't be true,
We family, ain't a damn thing changed unless it's you

Verse One
We were so young,
So full of life and vibrant,
Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went,
So close almost was some Bonnie and Clyde shit,
When Ronnie died you was right by my side,
With a shoulder to cry on and a
tissue to wipe my eyes,
And a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it,
You even had the same type of childhood I did,
Sometimes I just wanna know why,
Is it that you surcame to yours,
And mine I survived it,
You ran the streets I nine to fived it,
We grew up, grew apart this time went by us,
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises,
Now I feel the vibe I just can't describe it,
Much as your pride tries to hide it,
You're cold your touch, it's like ice,
And your eyes is a look of resentment,
I can sense it and I don't like it

Chorus

(Kon Artis)

Verse Two

It was my dream at first to be all spittin a verse,
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse,
So I came out I would'a killed a nigger first,
'Fore I let him disrespect me,
Or check me up with somethin' worse,
Some bitch that I wasn't with,
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but you would pull a talk with her
&& tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved with her,
You would smoke in the car with her,
Coming out'a the bar with her,
Stumblin' half drunk,
Like y'all husband or wife or somthin',
But me catchin' her fuckin other niggaz
Must've hurt your pride or somthin',
'Cause you wolf I fit them after people,
Like you want it with me,
When all I tried to do is show you
that your bitch was shifty,
and ever since the fans and all
the shit that I produced
You actin' like I ain't your man,
And lyin' like she can't be loose,
But I am really your friend,
I'm just trying to tell you the truth,
Don't hate the game or the playa',
The one that's changin is you

Chorus

(Proof)

Verse Three

We gettin lonely at the top
cuz my homie had to stop
now we actin like I gotta live only for the block
and homies in the hood only see me on the tube
so they gossip on the porch, get to speakin on who
fools I used to rap with, all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin and
*poof* it just happen
but Proof is just actin, at the party were stoned
shady made it so my babys ain't starvin at home
see the devil in your grin, since
the ghetto we been friends
forever, real intelligence, that's forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and
the Satan in your lies
ain't wastin my time with these snakes in disguise
(How come) when you talk it's with bitter with fight
and(How come) it's my fault for
what you did with your life
and every time I go to hear you and play you look away
we barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face

(Chorus)