| You know what?
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| Everybody goes through some changes in life
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| Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
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| But umm, some people need to make that change
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| You know what I mean? |
| Change is good sometimes. |
| You know?
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| Why would I change? |
| I ain’t never slide down a bad pole
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| Even though I’m certified over plat’s sold
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| They say I’m different 'cuz I ride in a plat. |
| Rolls
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| But every time, we gotta ride don’t this cat roll?
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| I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
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| And I aint givin’you nothing besides what this gat hold
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| No pride, I ain’t that old
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| Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I’m ???
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| It probably don’t seem like a struggle
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| But I used to dream that this thug’ll balance beams just to smuggle
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| It’s funny same girls that didn’t seem like they’d love you
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| Is beggin’for your autographs ands screamin’to hug you
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| It’s crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
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| Is prayin’on your downfall, schemin’to mug you
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| And people that didn’t give a fuck, is dreamin’to bug you
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| And goin through’extreme’s just to plug you, who really changed?
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| This game ain’t change me, so don’t let it change you
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| If you’ve been real with me, I’m still real with you
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| If you got love for me, I still got love for you
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| If you down for me, then I’m still down for you
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| If you don’t fuck with me, then I don’t fuck with you
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| If you ain’t cool with me, then I ain’t cool with you
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| If you won’t ride with me, then I won’t ride for you
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| This game ain’t change me, don’t let it change you
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| Why would I change? |
| I didn’t step out of Superman’s phone booth
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| To remind where I’m from, I look at my own tooth
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| I’m speakin’the known truth
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| I ain’t been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone’s roof
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| Why would I feel like I’m a stranger?
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| And why should I feel like I’m in danger?
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| And I’m grindin''till I’m right
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| Whether it’s on the streets, or online tryna climb sites
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| I ain’t blind from the limelite,
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| I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time’s right
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| People shouldn’t be hateful, they should be grateful
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| But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full
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| I’m playin, the game, like I’m, supposed
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| Stayin, the same, like I’m, supposed
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| Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler
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| One million customers, and I still bust at ya Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
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| I’ve chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
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| Known a few ??? |
| and met a few locs
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| Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
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| But it’s gettin’me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
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| Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
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| Some have even became rivals instead of friends
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| Only two become liable for settlements
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| I grew up watchin the
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| Now they hate to see a nigga drivin’the better Benz
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| That’s why the clubs be, deprivin’to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in
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| I’m thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd
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| How could my head be in the clouds?
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| It’s strange, what the fame’ll do But you know what? |
| The only one who seen the change from the fame is you
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| I’m the same nigga man
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| Same nigga, that ridin’with you
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| Niggas that’s fuckin’with you
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| I’m still fuckin’with you niggas
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| The same nigga, these hoe’s ain’t like
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| Now they on my dick right? |
| Haha… shit is crazy
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| Don’t let this game change you nigga… |