[Intro]

Ight, yeah

Like that, baby

[Chorus]

Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros

Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show

I remember back in August when you showed up at my show

Ain't give a nigga heads-up and expected me to know

[Verse 1]

How my homie left? You was my brother, I always represent

But when the money came, you was thinking "I'm getting better friends"

These fuck niggas, industry phonies, I never get 'em

But you thought I was letting them get me, I wouldn't let 'em

That's the envy

Me and you should've been in the Bentley

But you hated on my rise and the fact I was getting plenty

Would've shared it with my mans, but you ended up leaving empty

Shit was never in our plans, but the future could come in heavy

Check the time piece, set the dial on grimy

Niggas out here slimy, my own homie tried me

Fuck 'em though

Reminisce while riding through the city slope

Grimes, we was slammin', bringing paper through our mother's door

Fuck it, though

[Chorus]

Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros

Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show

Came through to the block and niggas told me you was gone

Envious of how I lived, this shit knocked you out your zone, damn

Now raise the glass up for your mans

That had envy in his heart, so the nigga couldn't hang

Pray the homie living good, pray his family ain't mad

You could cycle through the past, but won't get back what you had, nah

[Verse 2]

I dedicate this song to homies from the past

Outgrew what we was doing, knew our friendship wouldn't last

I was focused on my betterment than getting to the cash

Guess progressing in this life would leave some niggas in the back, damn

That envy even took a part of me

Looking at my peers getting better while I'm still struggling

Log into the 'gram, there's another new rapper bubbling

Coming up in last could be so humbling

Try again

I hate to admit that I was never good with friends

Too preoccupied with stuff, that's all we got inside the end

Niggas switching up in time, I see them fakin' through my lens

I can't live inside of lies, I got enough inside my head

I been consistent with my time, I keep my mental feeling zen

Stay persistent in my grind, I need that AMG Benz

Been resistant to rekindle, writing texts but never send

Keeping distant from them niggas, ain't no reason to pretend, nah

[Chorus]

Don't call my phone askin' if we still bros

Time been keeping us so distant, and it's really starting to show

Came through to the block and niggas told me you was gone

Envious of how I lived, this shit knocked you out your zone, damn

Now raise the glass up for your mans

That had envy in his heart, so the nigga couldn't hang

Pray the homie living good, pray his family ain't mad

You could cycle through the past, but won't get back what you had