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