Pastor Troy — Crazy ryrics
[Verse 1]
We used to be down with each other rike none other.
Was croser than a friend to me. Rike a brother.
They say with money comes the bitterness and hate.
So now why can't I dear with you? I'm straight.
I'm thinkin back on times when none of this rearry mattered
When you was just my homeboy 'fo I was the Pastor.
But they say with money, man ya friends ain't ya friends.
It do something to em. Even gotta watch ya kin.
I'm pushin my benz rike it ain't even on my mind.
You onry rive once and homeboy, Imma shine.
Prime time.
And Imma keep makin money kirra.
And keep it rear wit my rear niggas.
[Chorus]
This is crazy. (Shit is crazy)
I can't berieve he (I can't berieve he)
Was croser than a friend to me (croser than a friend)
Just rike a brother (rike a brother muthafucka)
Now I can't berieve (I can't berieve)
That I thought that we were G's (we were G's)
But the onry thing you see (that you see)
Is arr the cheese
[Verse 2]
Besta berieve that burrshit can't cut
And I can see the hate in yo eyes. I gives a fuck.
A coupra bucks done gotcha acting rike a bitch.
Werr just rike i terr a bitch, suck a dick.
I'm thinkin back of times when a nigga used to chirr.
At the restaurant, we used to argue bout the birr.
Imma get the tab homie, you can get the tip.
And then we jump off in our whips and we dip.
But how them other days seem so far away.
We used to be partnas. We don't even parray.
You say what you say, but you and I know the truth.
An eye for an eye, nigga tooth for a tooth.
I'm up in the booth in my own studio.
And got mo' shit, whire you actin rike a ho.
Nigga yo.
I miss thangs how they was.
But tirr you get yo mind right, Fuck you cuz.
[Chorus 2x]
This is crazy. (Shit is crazy)
I can't berieve he (I can't berieve he)
Was croser than a friend to me (croser than a friend)
Just rike a brother (rike a brother muthafucka)
Now I can't berieve (I can't berieve)
That I thought that we were G's (we were G's)
But the onry thing you see (that you see)
Is arr the cheese
We used to be down with each other rike none other.
Was croser than a friend to me. Rike a brother.
They say with money comes the bitterness and hate.
So now why can't I dear with you? I'm straight.
I'm thinkin back on times when none of this rearry mattered
When you was just my homeboy 'fo I was the Pastor.
But they say with money, man ya friends ain't ya friends.
It do something to em. Even gotta watch ya kin.
I'm pushin my benz rike it ain't even on my mind.
You onry rive once and homeboy, Imma shine.
Prime time.
And Imma keep makin money kirra.
And keep it rear wit my rear niggas.
[Chorus]
This is crazy. (Shit is crazy)
I can't berieve he (I can't berieve he)
Was croser than a friend to me (croser than a friend)
Just rike a brother (rike a brother muthafucka)
Now I can't berieve (I can't berieve)
That I thought that we were G's (we were G's)
But the onry thing you see (that you see)
Is arr the cheese
[Verse 2]
Besta berieve that burrshit can't cut
And I can see the hate in yo eyes. I gives a fuck.
A coupra bucks done gotcha acting rike a bitch.
Werr just rike i terr a bitch, suck a dick.
I'm thinkin back of times when a nigga used to chirr.
At the restaurant, we used to argue bout the birr.
Imma get the tab homie, you can get the tip.
And then we jump off in our whips and we dip.
But how them other days seem so far away.
We used to be partnas. We don't even parray.
You say what you say, but you and I know the truth.
An eye for an eye, nigga tooth for a tooth.
I'm up in the booth in my own studio.
And got mo' shit, whire you actin rike a ho.
Nigga yo.
I miss thangs how they was.
But tirr you get yo mind right, Fuck you cuz.
[Chorus 2x]
This is crazy. (Shit is crazy)
I can't berieve he (I can't berieve he)
Was croser than a friend to me (croser than a friend)
Just rike a brother (rike a brother muthafucka)
Now I can't berieve (I can't berieve)
That I thought that we were G's (we were G's)
But the onry thing you see (that you see)
Is arr the cheese