Homie - Trouble, B. Green, 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

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

I thought you was my homie

You used to be my homie

I thought you was my homie

You used to be my homie

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

I thought you was my homie

You used to be my homie

I thought you was my homie

You used to be my homie