Friends Z-Ro (Ft. Den Den & Slim Chance)

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some
Since I can't depend on my niggas
I put my faith up in my shotgun
Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the past
16 years old trying to get into Boomerang
Smelling all our lil cash
Now it's like we never knew each other
Motherfuckers act strange
It's like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain
Why they can't look me in my eyes no mo'
Even though I miss my T. Jones
At least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo'
I done seen my nigga get rich
Leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends
But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end
Tell him to come watch me perform
But they don't go
And if I'm stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't show
Picture me walking down the feeter
Everybody masking me up
Oh good it's that nigga from the hood chunking a deuce passing me up
That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe
Smoking and thinking
When I get paid I won't know nobody
But a Benjamin Franklin cause uh