look at this nigga skee cocky as shit,
i was sure the first chance that i get it was it,
my hip was holding my gun by the clip,
i would give it a grip every time he talked slick,
and hope he would flip,
niggaz had me thinking i could take his place,
people told me his life was real not fake,
all i seen was pride and arrogance in his face,
this increased my hate,
i was gonna plot on his end by becoming his friend,
shareing his trends writing rhymes with the pen,
then pay somebody off that was closest to him,
play the back ground,
not making a sound,
as he approached i just gave him a pound,

oh shit im starting see that he real,
i just gave him a hug and i felt steel,
he had me on point wondering who he was gonna kill,
wondering if my hate he could feel,
nah he aint dumb he knew the deal,
im just waiting to blaze him down,
people thought we just met standing around,
it wont be to hard to give em a round,
im done playing with this cat,
i picked up the sag in my pance,
and for some reason we both fell back,

could he see that i wasn't down for the games,
could he see benfits that i could do for the gang,
or in my face could he see the pain,
visualize me as a soldier that could stregthen his reign,
or as a partner who can double cocaine,
im not that sure as we stand in the hood,
he approached yo nigga you good,

i remember times on the block,
no one was calling the shots,
but now he taught me alot,
and we running these rocks,
went from 22's to glocks,
i owe him for that,
we taking trips and the both of us strapped,
talking shit then the both of us clapped,
now i know he got back,
aint nothing in this world that can stand an attack,