Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change, artist - XV.
Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Change |
See this? |
This is my change man |
We usually on skrill but right now I’m tired |
Tired of being depressed, I’m very tired |
We, we’ve been, man, we ain’t had no money man |
I can’t even get my hair cut |
I can’t, I’m not gon' do my haircut |
I’m done, I’m almost done |
I gotta headache |
This shit is fuckin' pitiful man, sitting here counting pennies, |
quarters and nickles |
'Cause I’m broke, out here spending all this money to see Bad Boys 2, |
and Terminator 3 |
I just spent five hundred dollars in a week and a half |
And I knew I was going to the Jay-Z concert |
Niggas don’t wanna pay me for my beats |
We 'bout to blow up though, this ain’t gon' be no more counting change |
Look, let me take you back before we start |
My vessel for the flood on the wave, Noah’s ark |
Music in my veins, from the brain to the heart |
'03 on the grind, underground like Tony Hawk |
From a small pond, but I swam with the sharks |
Paid my dues, the only cost for a boss |
Used to play Snoop and hit the mall just to floss |
Tryna get change to get a chain with a cross |
I gave it all just to win but it’s insane what I lost |
I’ve seen kin, friends, and women change for fame and the gloss |
Mask on, people never see me takin' it off |
Fast forward, people hear me, try to play me as soft |
Armory VIP had 'em taping it off |
That was show 23, I was taking us off |
Change, made a new wave, changed how we do things |
Changed in that new game, changed up the shoestrings |
Changed every five years like Bruce Wayne |
Christian Bale out the cell, fighting through Bane |
Gave 'em hell with every Hail Mary threw mayne |
Can’t even talk Wichita without who’s name |
You know the green backpack on the new kid |
Running through the biz like who did |
This joint went on point then Whoo Kid |
Out in Vegas slanging tapes with my crew kid |
In '01 I was dropping sixteens |
Small town couldn’t stop my big dreams |
Tryna rock the big screen, big jeans |
Tops and bottoms, big tees |
Back at home got the drama extreme |
Got a call in '03, Grandma passed, October 16 |
Tryna get C.R.E.A.M., you know I would make a quick scheme |
Which team wanna play us like we was the six string |
First string have you players pissing down your inseam |
We was kings, Royalty Records got guillotined |
Me and Seven made all these records to hit the scene |
Shorty got pregnant then hit me with the Billie Jean |
Had me wanting to pack man, moved to the Philippines |
I put my energy in this music like just do it |
Sometimes you gotta go through it just to get through it |
Get to it, don’t do it the same |
'Cause everythang gotta change that never would change |
From releasing the music, to touring, to getting a fan base and finding my own |
lane, I’ve taken all those steps, to, you know, get the deal. |
Now that I’ve got |
it, it’s like, everything starts over. |
Now, the whole grind is different. |
Now, I’m a new artist, rather than me being like, an artist grinding to make |
it, now I’m a new artist. |
So now I’m in the industry, now everything starts |
over. |
And you can still fuck up, you can still lose shit, you get one shot, |
really. |
Not all the time, but most of the time you get one shot to really make |
this shit work, and so now everything starts over |
Change moved when the crew didn’t talk more |
Tryna change the game’s tune, where’s the aux cord? |
Praying now, I’m breaking down on all fours |
I’m staying out, my mama say I should call more |
Pass the aux man, gimme the tunes |
As we commute I set the mood |
This kid of the moon wishes to move through the map in the middle of June |
Niggas' BMs in my DMs tryna give me the poon |
But I know bitches that be fatal when you get up in they naval |
Trippin' with my label so I kicked it at the cradle |
Darah had shrooms that the homie Ron gave him |
It was Hurricane Sandy, we said might as well take 'em |
To be honest, my whole life I tried to play it safe |
Around this time told me not to take a break |
But it was hard to keep my label and the fans awake |
All my peers were making albums, I was here still making tapes |
I said I was tired, I never retired, but I was |
Very inspired by Jerry McGuire |
I told the label I was leaving and took every foul |
Took wifey by the hand, started settling down |
Let’s change the picture, no more tours and babysitters |
Let’s do Netflix, chill, and making dinner |
Never wanted to give up, I’ll tell you what make a quitter |
When you deal with disappointment, making a baby wit her |
I was lost, every loss I took personal |
Turned into Jordan when I would talk |
Don’t need to come to Jesus |
I just need to see the boss |
Tried calling on God, I think his phone was off |
His plans wasn’t transparent but I seen 'em through |
'Cause tough times don’t last, tough people do |
Cold world in a freeze frame |
Even got a coin shortage as an omen that we all need change |
If you’re not over here in 15 minutes, you can find a new best friend |
You’ve been saying that since the fifth grade |
Twenty bucks says he’s sitting in his car debating about whether or not he |
should go out |
He’ll keep calling me, he’ll keep calling me, until I come over. |
He’ll make me feel guilty |
This is ridiculous, OK? |
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go. |
Shit |