Times Have Changed

Damn homie, shits changed out here dawg, fo'real

Let me take you to a time
Where no homies dropped the dime
Where the juras would pursue us
So it's trucha on the grind
Start to laugh but then I cry
But my tears are held inside
Cause this vida, it's been vicious
Just to make it, time to shine
Ask the homies in the varr
Feeing blessed, that's thanks to god
Just to make the paper, yes the feddi
Serving with a job
All the homies listen see
It's about the big one-three
Keep it movin' fuck polluting any righteous city G
Was the choice I chose to live
Anybody come and get the clesh
Just stash the vest cuz it's always fuck a pig
On the calles every day
From skid row to mandalay
That's the bay up in Vegas
Ask investors they don't play (they don't play)

And yeah I remember a time
Where the juras would pursue us
No one's dropping a dime
Just to live through the path I was chosen to take
What could I say, just a kid growing up in L.A
But now my raza's wisin' up, from a script to a cut
Make that money, nothing funny
Be about making bucks
It's so easy to fall
Off the track and get caught up
Never that, that's a fact
Show em that we wised up

I hit the block and I'm thinking about them old days
Bombed out with a gauge, till I caught a case
But them years pass, an ese came back
Hard as ever, Baby Jokes on the front map
Moneys flipping, my mind is different
Yeah I drifted cuz these foos ain't with the business
Ain't trippin' cuz you foos ain't stack my plate
And all my real camaradas are locked away
It's kind of sad cuz every hood is doing bad
No dad, drug labs, just fucked from scratch
I'm a hold on to the reigns cuz I know they listen
We blood of kings, best believe that our women princess

And yeah I remember a time
Where the juras would pursue us
No one's dropping a dime
Just to live through the path I was chosen to take
What could I say, just a kid growing up in L.A
But now my raza's wisin' up, from a script to a cut
Make that money, nothing funny
Be about making bucks
It's so easy to fall
Off the track and get caught up
Never that, that's a fact
Show em that we wised up

And I remember, I used to bang for my gang
Prepare to die for my gang
You know I ride for my gang
A twisted youngster from the hood
Signed my life away in blood
I'd give my life to the bullet
Been foolish, being misunderstood
I started slanging, no tripping
I caught my foes when they slippin'
I pop this whole fucking clip in
Won't stop til nobody's living
There's drugs from violence
Got my G right stacking a mileage
Find me if you can, I'm still caught up in this fucking fight
And ain't no mercy on my soul, til I'm destined to go
And where I'm going is inferno, for me living so cold
I never knew I'd live this long but I'd be ready for war
Dropping cases by the dozens, knock 'em all to the floor, come on

And yeah I remember a time
Where the juras would pursue us
No one's dropping a dime
Just to live through the path I was chosen to take
What could I say, just a kid growing up in L.A
But now my raza's wisin' up, from a script to a cut
Make that money, nothing funny
Be about making bucks
It's so easy to fall
Off the track and get caught up
Never that, that's a fact
Show em that we wised up

Yeah, we up in the studio right now dawg
Big Jasp, D Salas, you know
A gang of homies ain't here right now
What's up Chino Gee homie
Im right here dawg, still doing this shit
Minor from that Cherryville gang homie
You know it don't stop dawg
All the homies passed away, you know
These little kids lost up in here homie
You know, L.A. Hollywood, land of dreams
Ain't no muthafucking land of dreams right here G