You ain't my homie, you ain't my homie, you ain't my homie, nah
ain't your homie, I ain't your homie
Now we ain't homies at all
What happened to you, where's the wood you fell at the gang
We used to kick it real hard, but now ain't nothin' the same
Now you changed, I think that I would fuck with
Can't believe it, even came to come and ask me that shit, but you did
And now I feel the shit's gettin' ugly, my heart is hungry
Fuck it, what you still feelin', jumpin'?
You need to slow your ass down, learn only the facts
shake the monkey from your back
You need to chop it, with the bullshit that you yellin'
My nine stays in line and when it's fifty, keep it yellin'
Shh, no talent from this lab before y'all fellin'
Took my connoisseur for weakness
I see you tryin' to creep
, just socked your cousin in the door
Yo, over he said, she said, tweet shit, fool, man, that's some weed shit
That ain't your spielo, you went from ten to zero, have my total fuckin' lawyer
Pesci and De Niro, but fuck it
Now it's just a thing in the past
If we meet up in the middle, fuck the choker with blads
And never end your motherfucker like homie your homie bitch
Now we ain't homies at all
You walk around with your head up but you ain't down
You around with your head up but you ain't down
Man you a coward, use some straight shit
Man you a coward, use some straight shit you fucking clown
Play the part if you want to but we know the real
You lock it up before you'd ever think about pushing steel
You ain't a rider little wessie so quit acting hard
little wessie so quit acting hard
And all the ink that you got blasted on the east yard
Horrors fake as your steelo cause you see through
Now I'm putting on the theater when I see you
Now I'm putting on the theater when I see you
What you used to be you ai
n't no more you motherfucker
What you used to be you ain't no more you motherfucker
I quit to say what I'm all about
Shit you keep to south about your fucking mouth and wickedly my pen is moving up and
And my heart is steady beating full of
fucking rage i'm in the cage writing lyrics bitch you
Know what's up i'm doing time with real g's that we don't give a fuck so won't you fake
Us want to be anxious man you cats can blow me so while you bobbing your head
go once again but now it's getting worse literally i'm causing trauma till your ears
No pulling front to real talk yeah that's my get down i'm pulling covers like a porno i'm
Shit now and baby face you with a scrach to the southern structure
Than a fucking buster claim to be a rider but you're not dog you run around like you a killer
You ain't top dog you're just a guppy in a tank full of big fishes trying to hide
But I see you walk the line with snitches Dressed
up like bitches eating nitrogen with
Your straw hats Scared to death to catch a case, tryna dodge
A strap And now you ducking all the dough man laying
In the car And you got dealt with on the scene, y'all
Fucking with them guns You fucking punkin' if I'm w
Out to play Clean up that jacket that they gave you bitches
Says you gay Hip hop LA motherfucker, you ain't from my
City Where them gangsters come to play, and we
Show no pity From the rooftop to the pavement, yeah the
the west coast where we gaming and
We bust on cops I don't associate with dudes who act like
Fucking bitches Or even walk the line with lambs who act
Like fucking snitches Leave them in stitches, when I catch them
Now you maggots blow me Let's get it strai
You ain't my homie, you ain't my homie You ain't my homie, no
You ain't my homie, no You ain't my homie, I ain't your homie
You ain't homie, ain't your homie ain't my homie, I ain't your homie