I Ain't Mad at Cha

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I ain't, mad at cha
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan
(And I ain't mad at cha)
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha
In time we learned to live a life of crime
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
I ain't, mad at cha
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
(I ain't mad at cha)
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man

They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down

Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail

I ain't, mad, at cha
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
I ain't mad at cha

I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot

I ain't, mad at cha, no
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here

'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
I ain't, mad, at cha

I ain't mad at cha
'Cause I ain't mad at cha

Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha

That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
You was just a little smaller but you still roll

'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait

Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy
(And I ain't mad at cha)
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
I ain't, mad, at cha
Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now

You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
I ain't, mad at cha
As soon as I touch down
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
And I can't even trip, ‘cause I'm just laughin' at cha
'Til God return me to my essence
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
(I ain't mad at cha)
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
I ain't, mad, at cha

(I ain't mad at cha)
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
Givin' a motherfucker,

(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)