Look
We was 2 peas in a pod and
You was my bro you was my dawg
If you needed anything call me
Pick up that phone
No need to pause
We would ride the streets till the morning
Lookin' for hoes
Lookin' for dro
We was 17 no caution
Living like Life ain't God sent
We was 2 teens in my Pilot
Wishin' on Vogue's, Sittin' on spokes
We was selling weed in the hallways
Tryna get rich we was tired of being broke
Screamin' fuck you to the coppers
Ain't ever no love where you're never shown love
Just me and you like always
Ridin' in my 06 Honda
You was my dawg, my kin
You was my heart, my hinge
Wе was locked in till the end
You brokе that bond, why trip?
You can't fix shit that ain't meant
You can't destroy and rebuild
You played yo cards like shit
Thought you was there for me since kids
Thoughts got dark when you did me like this
Got way smart was a dumb youngin'
I don't love less just picky that's it
I can only use my heart so much
I can only be unbothered so long
Tired of being strong while everybody fold up
Tired of always playing my part plus yours
Shouldn't have to sell you on my love no more
Shoulda woulda coulda, the excuses pile up
You was Ferris Bueller when it's time to show up
All we share in common is the music we love
The city we from
You was always looking for love
While I was out looking for funds
Runnin' up miles tryna find me a bag that we can split
All the way down to the crumbs
Made it so easy never asked you for much
Man why you have to make it so hard to trust?
Why you make it so hard to love?
Why you act like I wasn't there from the jump?
Since 2018 you ain't level up once
Stuck in the same spot
Thinking life a game that you could restart once the going get tough
Now you in the sidelines
Giving me the side eye
Cus it's so hard for you to watch me blow up
I know
I been in yo head so long
I ain't have to pay rent
Broke muthafuckas don't know what's money well spent
What you goin' claim?
That you got a lil change
Now you act self made
Man I'm just tryna get paid
I'm just tryna get rich
Tell 'em keep all the fame
I'm just tryna go back to the days where
We was 2 peas in a pod and
You was my bro you was my dawg
If you needed anything call me
Pick up that phone
No need to pause
We would ride the streets till the morning
Lookin' for hoes
Lookin' for dro
We was 17 no caution
Living like Life ain't God sent
We was 2 teens in my Pilot
Wishin' on Vogue's, Sittin' on spokes
We was selling weed in the hallways
Tryna get rich we was tired of being broke
Screamin' fuck you to the coppers
Ain't ever no love where you're never shown love
Just me and you like always
Ridin' in my 06 Honda
(Ridin' in my 06 Honda)
(Livin' like Life ain't God sent)
(2 teens in my Pilot)