Eightball & MJG Time Lyrics

[Verse One]
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____z in the hood wanted to fight him
But Carlo main n____ James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and left n____z 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 class at school
Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool
One day, some up the block n____z came talking s___
Bragin' on they clique, and how many crews they click with
Tryin' to start some extra clip s___, them n____z so for real
James so cool to get with f___ed his whole grill
Carlo, that slick n____ pulled a 22
They got some heat too, what the f___ we gonna do?
Bust and hit the backdoor, 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

[Talking]
Yo, whats been goin' on dogg?
Man, that s___ goin' down dogg
what's goin' down with you?
I done heard you got rich huh?
You don't f___ around with us in the hood no more huh?

[Verse Two]
You know it's funny how s___ 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____ James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the f___ he want
The game changed, now you gotta play with death
Now I have to ask myself

[Chorus]
Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your benjamins, your cash flow
And if a n____ 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

[Verse Three]
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'
b__pin' DJ Squeeky, 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____ you comin' up
f___in' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
Nah 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 s___ and opened it up wide
The n____ on the passenger 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
s___ would ever be this way