Homie

(albüm: The Return Of December 17th - 2013)

[Tyree:]
I thought you was my homie
You used to be my homie
I thought you was my homie
You used to be my homie

[B Green:]
I know you hate on a nigga, I see it in your eyes
You a fake ass bitch, in that phoney ass style
I been dealin with your kind for a good lil while
You ever cross the line, I be back on trial
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
You was sinkin like a scribble when we caught that case
You feelin left, cause I Tgot right
Talkin behind my back, when I'm out of site
These pussys throwin curveballs and changin up
Them snitches can get no album, or change, bro
Thought you was my homie, but you just a phoney

[Tyree:]
I thought you was my homie
You used to be my homie
I thought you was my homie
You used to be my homie

[Trouble:]
You used to be my nigga, till you told them bout that pistol
Thought I forgot about it, but it really made me chaotic
Spazin, cause God told me to do so
You ain't never been my homie, even though we blood brothers
Same class, different mother
How can I tell you I love you, when you diss me
You used to be my homie, till you pulled that selfish shit
You can sleep on the street now, I don't give a shit
Get rid of them snakes, man, cause they make you get hit
But I can tell you a few more just got put on the list
Ain't with that homie shit, be that way till I rest

[Tyree:]
I thought you was my homie
You used to be my homie
I thought you was my homie
You used to be my homie