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Now this is a story about a couple of bros
With a future like fuchsia with a sprinkle of gold
One was rather loyal with an amateur soul
The other was bittersweet with a cardinal tone
Tell me, do you really know your friends when drama unfolds
It was out the concrete, how they bond was rose
Had champagne dreams, taking over the globe
Communication would change as they both grow old
See, they were the same age, both born in L.A
But they moved to the peach, they were reppin' the A
One chose the street life, other books evert day
As fate would have it, they switched roles one day
Then a couple years passed, they were still the squad
Never fishy like salmon, they was keeping it mauve
brace yourself, cause this is when the story goes off
Let me first introduce you to my man named Quan
His heart pumping made a right mahogany
The day should have been golden and filled with harmony
He made a call to orange a slaughtering
The purple heart in the hood, he was an honoree
He grew up on the side where G's wore burgundy
He sent a text like 911, emergency
In beige khakis, teal polo, wallabies
He loved blondes, sipping brown, fight with ease
He had a partner he ran with, thick as thieves
Young Joe, his nickname, Coffee Bean
All the women he loved, his eyes was fern green
Now we knowin' the characters, let's proceed
Ash grey bag in the backseat
He picked up Joe to make it run like a track meet
Joe said, where we goin', he just said, to stack green
They jumped on the road and made it right on the back street
Black Benz, inside kinda tacky
Gucci print dash leather covered the tan seats
Popped a white pill for his nerves to relax him
Watch my back, they might want to attack me
Now Joe got worried, he turned down the music confused
He tried to play it all smooth like, give me a clue
He said, chill, this'll all make sense in a few
He looked down and he saw that his knuckles maroon
They were best friends since the seventh grade
He had a tendency to leave Joe in the gray
He was a hothead, he see red everyday
But you know Joe, he gon' ride with him anyway
The pink road, lookin' up a couple miles away
Remember blue eyed, Sheena cousin Desiree
Her baby daddy won't smoke, he on Aqua lane
We got into a real heavy on the other day
I tried to call you, but I'd rather tell you to your face
He said he had your girl pullin' down her yellow lace
And she was thirsty in his DM, askin' for a taste
He pushed a blue Silverado with a lime place
He turned to him, said, you know how olive
I didn't tell you cause I know how you can get
But I'm glad that you rockin' wheat timbs
And know that you gon' be my rider to the end
And bro was lookin' shook, kinda nervous inside
You said, we was gettin' paid, fam, why would you lie
You know my lady not trippin' over him
Besides, being Chatty Patty never been the reason to slide
In cool gray skies, I'm lookin' at full moon
Then coffee bean, he changed out of the blue
I ain't askin' no questions, dawg, I'm bustin' the move
He grabbed the bag and start adjusting the tool
He made a left and got to Lavender Lane
Joe said, pull over, I got somethin' to say
I hope you don't look different, but first, let me explain
As Joe start talkin', they both heard them a bang
He never got to tellin' that he was gay
He was the one sendin' the DMs wearin' the lace
And now Quan layin' in the blood over mistakes
Story time with Gil
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