| Its amazin to me, homie, that *** you *** with, dawg |
| You dont know the truth bout these *** until yall fall out, homie |
| The more you show a *** |
| The more dangerous he become to you, homie |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| We busted *** at *** laid in bushes together |
| You had me fooled, dawg, I thought you was my *** |
| Woulda did a 100 years for you cause I *** with you |
| You taught me what a good heart in these streets would get a *** |
| Not a mother*** thing but a sad picture |
| Hurt me when I found out you had *** in your heart *** |
| I never thought Id say it but mother*** a friend |
| Cause your dawg be the one that cross you in the end |
| The *** I know now wish Id done knew it back then |
| But goin through it with a *** is what make a man |
| I treated your *** better than I did my own kin |
| When a *** locked up or broke |
| Thats when they claim they love you then |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| What was mine was yours but what yours wasnt mine |
| If a *** woulda told me you was flaw I woulda thought he was lyin |
| But every *** gon show his hand in due time |
| I kept it so mother*** real with you that I was blind |
| Cause I was too busy showin' love, I aint see the signs |
| When you needed me *** I came through every time |
| Whether you was right or wrong *** I was ridin |
| But you envied me *** in the back of your mind |
| You wasnt a 100 *** you was real part time |
| I broke you off when them *** wouldnt give you a dime |
| Aint owe you *** I just wanted to see you shine |
| You never gave me *** I had my own grind |
| And I aint need your *** I had my own *** |
| Im a 100 *** I done did me and your time |
| You cant trust your own homies, who the *** can you trust? |
| I got my broad and my *** so to me thats enough |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| And God aint makin' you *** like He used to |
| A *** believe its *** now before he believe you |
| And cause you thug with a *** dont mean the love true |
| It used to matter what you and your *** done been through |
| A *** gon do what a *** gon do |
| Better off runnin by yourself if you only knew |
| Dont mean that *** a hunter cause he’ll *** shoot |
| And money dont mean you real cause he got loot |
| If a *** heart aint right no tellin what he’ll do |
| And real *** extinct, its only a *** few |
| Cause 99 percent of these *** aint true |
| I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived |
| You talkin *** but you dont understand what real is |
| When it came to you *** I woulda killed |
| But it was my fault *** I kept it too real |
| Aye, my *** I wanna thank all the *** |
| Who I thought was real |
| *** who I thought was my mother*** homeboys |
| I salute you *** homie |
| Cause if it werent for you *** |
| Id still be showin love right now, dawg |
| Id still be walkin' through this mother*** blind |
| But its somen that yall *** taught me *** |
| That its your homies |
| That try you to mother*** you most |
| Then the *** who you can lay on some dawg |
| And they feel like they aint got and never give it back |
| Cause they your mother*** dawg |
| Then the *** who can be tied down and locked up *** |
| And you can take care of them *** for two, three years *** |
| And soon as them *** get out, dawg |
| They go *** with the *** who aint never gave em that *** |
| Go run back to the same *** who aint never did none for em |
| While they was locked up, homie |
| I thank you *** I salute you *** |
| And with all that said *** |
| I want tell you one thing before I go, homie |
| God bless you *** |