Lyrics

(This dat Cole music bitch) look Ain't it funny how shit change when ya bands up I was goin thru it talkin' down bad Had to stand up (Yeah) Voice in my head sayin get it together nigga So I man'd up (Dats facts) This pressure weighed heavy on me Caught a charge tryna lift da fam up (Yeah) Middle finger to da judge Bitch I had to take risks fa this thing of mine (Thing of mine) Post dramatic stress got me grippin' 45 Yeah, bigger nine (Bigger nine) 2700 Yeah living was different for us on that east side (Cherry Block) But I neva changed up on my n even when da heat rise Hold up, hold up, hold up Represent fa yo n (N) Pour out some of yo liquor (Liquor) Let da brown hit da grown fa da n in da town that paved da way fa these ventures Mac fell from da sky to put his flag on da top But to make it I came from dem trenches (Trenches) Yellin' fuck da world and these ratchet girls I'm fidna celebrate wit my n like Middle fingers up Champagne poured (Champagne poured) Cigars lit (Cigars lit) Numbers on boards (Numbers on da boards) Self made n (Selfmade) But they doubted that of course Now it's comas on da check in Went n got T-Rell to rock da chorus it's levels I remember when they didn't know my name (My name) Didn't know my name and they ain't care about me Everybody they got somethin' to say (Something' to say) Don't wanna help they wanna sit n doubt me (Sit n doubt) I'll neva change no I'm bout' my change tho I'm out the streets my dawg They'll neva be me my dawg I'll neva change no I'm bout' my change tho I'm out the streets my dawg They'll neva be me my dawg (Yeah) The town tried crucify me over self-defense (That's facts) Still I remain How you hate a real n but support all da snitches (Y'all cap) Man you n is lame it's really insane what dat self hate do (Tell'em 'bout it) But it's part of da game Just thinkin' on all da shit that I've been thru And still ain't neva change Still on dem cocain white 22's (Skrt) Still bossed up in my own drip n I'm sellin' it too (Sellin' it too) They don't live da life dat they spit about They ain't showin da proof (Nah) Peep my words then look at my lifestyle you'll see I'm da truth (See I'm da truth) T lets get to da loot They sit at they desk-job after they trash talk All of y'all suckas lets keep It one hunnid You in yo laptops I'm at da stash spot Makin deposits dem commas stay comin I see you mad boi go head n dab Y'all sniflin n sneezin allergic to money Fuck wit da clique Then all you get hit Just salute da gods yeah you know who run It Hop in da hemi to run over hecklers 1 Touch of a button just might change da weather Stuntin' on lames in CMC drippin' bitch ain't no more Gucci or Maison Margiela While all of you suckas keep talkin I'm saucin wit bosses da hustle on anotha level You doubted a hitta now bow to da kings T-Rell, help em understand it better n on gang (Gang) I remember when they didn't know my name (My name) Didn't know my name and they ain't care about me Everybody they got somethin' to say (Something' to say) Don't wanna help they wanna sit and doubt me (Sit n doubt) I'll neva change no I'm bout' my change tho I'm out the streets my dawg They'll neva be me my dawg I'll neva change no I'm bout' my change tho I'm out the streets my dawg They'll neva be me my dawg (Yeah)
Writer(s): Terrell Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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