| All I’m hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre don’t care if I blow
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| God damn, all this from fucking selling headphones
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| Chris died, Theo didn’t show up to a nigga wake
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| Which indicates the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake
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| Barry’s drunk, Barry dump, Barry’s in the pen again
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| I’m back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem
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| These days can’t believe what you hear on the street
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| That nigga said he owns the team, he only on the seat
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| That’s fool’s gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it
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| What’s this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it
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| This flow got us all put on so I know I’m nice
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| (Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice)
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| These niggas’ll change on you
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| I can’t keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me
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| Now they hate everything I do
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| I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me
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| Guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram
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| They welcome you with open arms and open hands
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| I ain’t rich like 50, I just know the man
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| Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad
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| Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can
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| When you balling the world’s on your shoulder pads
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| I don’t owe you nothing, they busting, you ain’t bang back
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| You never fronted me nothing I couldn’t bring back
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| They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back
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| You never gave me nothing I couldn’t pay back
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| Now you talking to the FEDs because you ain’t fed
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| Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg
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| Fuck what he said, tell 'em get his own bread
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| If niggas got a problem (that's a code red)
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| That’s when niggas pull up with long dreads
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| Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead
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| They say family’s first, but family is the first to get you hurt
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| And these hoes even worse, all these riches is a gift.
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| .and a curse
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| Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me
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| Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gorey
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| Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles
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| They see you go out and get it then want it from you
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| Say you’ll never be a winner, show up at your parade
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| Outside showing you smiles, inside hoping it fades
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| Rather be low now, money over the stage
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| Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name
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| But it changes, their love is dangerous
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| Fog up your aim, there’s a million ways to hit them cages
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| Shit’s contagious, forget my favors
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| I’m outta here, flipping pages
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| You slipping backwards going with all the other actors
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| The limelight is hot, I ain’t ask to be here
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| The money and the power make problems disappear
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| People change like the weather
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| I weather the storm until it’s better
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| And these fake ass niggas wanna shake my hand
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| Instagram hoes backstage with fans
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| And the snakes in the grass ain’t a part of my plan
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| Stab me in my back and they say I changed
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| Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though
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| Some niggas change for the better
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| Some bitches’ll just never change
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| Some of these hoes’ll never change, man, yo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Changes , by - G-Unit. Song from the album The Beauty Of Independence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп