Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Changes, artist - G-Unit. Album song The Beauty Of Independence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit
Song language: English
Changes |
All I’m hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre don’t care if I blow |
God damn, all this from fucking selling headphones |
Chris died, Theo didn’t show up to a nigga wake |
Which indicates the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake |
Barry’s drunk, Barry dump, Barry’s in the pen again |
I’m back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem |
These days can’t believe what you hear on the street |
That nigga said he owns the team, he only on the seat |
That’s fool’s gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it |
What’s this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it |
This flow got us all put on so I know I’m nice |
(Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice) |
These niggas’ll change on you |
I can’t keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me |
Now they hate everything I do |
I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me |
Guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram |
They welcome you with open arms and open hands |
I ain’t rich like 50, I just know the man |
Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad |
Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can |
When you balling the world’s on your shoulder pads |
I don’t owe you nothing, they busting, you ain’t bang back |
You never fronted me nothing I couldn’t bring back |
They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back |
You never gave me nothing I couldn’t pay back |
Now you talking to the FEDs because you ain’t fed |
Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg |
Fuck what he said, tell 'em get his own bread |
If niggas got a problem (that's a code red) |
That’s when niggas pull up with long dreads |
Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead |
They say family’s first, but family is the first to get you hurt |
And these hoes even worse, all these riches is a gift. |
.and a curse |
Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me |
Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gorey |
Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles |
They see you go out and get it then want it from you |
Say you’ll never be a winner, show up at your parade |
Outside showing you smiles, inside hoping it fades |
Rather be low now, money over the stage |
Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name |
But it changes, their love is dangerous |
Fog up your aim, there’s a million ways to hit them cages |
Shit’s contagious, forget my favors |
I’m outta here, flipping pages |
You slipping backwards going with all the other actors |
The limelight is hot, I ain’t ask to be here |
The money and the power make problems disappear |
People change like the weather |
I weather the storm until it’s better |
And these fake ass niggas wanna shake my hand |
Instagram hoes backstage with fans |
And the snakes in the grass ain’t a part of my plan |
Stab me in my back and they say I changed |
Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though |
Some niggas change for the better |
Some bitches’ll just never change |
Some of these hoes’ll never change, man, yo |