A Week Ago

Written by：Christopher

It was all good just a week ago

Last week I had everything I had the money had the cars

Had this all good just a week ago

The b**ches and the jewelry

And then my motherf**king ni**a started snitching b**ch

Growing up in the hood just my dog and me

We used to hustle in the hood for all to see

Problems I called on him he called on me

We wasn't quite partners I hit him off my p

Let him unlock doors off my keys

Yeah we spoke much more than cordially

Man he broke bread with me my business spread swiftly

The feds came to get me we both fled quickly

Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me

Got caught and that's when our relationship strayed

Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change

And when he called collect and I heard his name

I quickly accepted but when I reached the phone

He's talking reckless I can sense deceit in his tone

I said damn dog what nine weeks and you're home

He said main man you think sh*t's sweet 'cause you're home

I just sat spat no more speech in the phone

The crackers up there bleachin' your dome you're reachin'

I said the world don't stop I've got to keep keep on

From there I sensed the beef was on

I ran to the spy store to add some more features on my phone

To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone

Can't be too safe cause niggas is two faced

And they show the other side

When they catch a new case it's on

It was cool when you had hella w**d to smoke

And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks

I don't see how this side of you could be provoked

Uh huh uh huh it was all good just a week ago

Funny what seven days can change

A stand up ni**a now you sit down to aim

Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names

It was all good just a week ago

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell

We both came in this game blind as hell

I did a little better had more clientele

Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail

Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a mill'

I could bail out and blow trial and come around on appeal

Had niggas thinking I was from uptown for real

I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn ni**a straight out of Brownsville

Down and dirty down to fight to round 30

Freezing on them corners still holding my crack

Looking up and down the block the f**k is the dough at

Came from flat broke to letting the dough stack

You tell them feds I said I'm never going back

I'm from marcy and marcy don't raise no rats

You know the consequences of your acts you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella w**d to smoke

And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks

I don't see how this side of you could be provoked

Uh huh uh huh it was all good just a week ago

Funny what seven days can change

A stand up ni**a now you sit down to aim

Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names

It was all good just a week ago

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things

All this after a week in the bing

I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weakling

I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing

Ni**a this was the oath to the top or broke

Even pricked our finger anything that got between us

We supposed to cock the ninas what happened to that

Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor

F**k it the same thing make you laugh make you cry

That's right the same game

That make you math could make you die

It's a dice game and sometimes you crap

Who would've thought you'd get popped one time and rat

Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad

And your son gotta grow up like this is my dad

The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar

You'll always be in jail ni**a just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella w**d to smoke

And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks

I don't see how this side of you could be provoked

Uh huh uh huh it was all good just a week ago

Funny what seven days can change

A stand up ni**a now you sit down to aim

Used to have a firm grip now you dropping names

It was all good just a week ago

Sh*t is crazy man all these niggas out here snitchin' crack money

And recycling it through the ghettos and building back up our own hoods

Now all you niggas start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doing 15–20

Wouldn't have been doing sh*t if you didn't snitch b**ch

It's about time y'all check that sh*t out man

It ain't all good shut your mouth just watch the game and don't snitch

It sure will do a lot for you believe that baby Jay Z short dawg's

In the house mane

You know I got it got it going on

We got the money

Ain't got nothing to do with crime baby

But I'm recognizing

You rat bastard