
Changed On Me Ace Hood
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[Intro]
Got too many chains on me
These niggas changed on me
They up and changed on me (Swear)
[Chorus]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same, homie
Ever since I seen the fame, homie
And they ain't did a thang, homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain, homie (Hey)
[Verse 1]
This what you niggas expect of me
They tryin' to drain all my energy
Countin' me out of this industry
Now they know I got the recipe
Count up the money then blow a check
How 'bout my mama write all the checks
Niggas, they act like they want some
Fuck 'em, I won't even send a text (Woo)
You see the look on they faces, these niggas' jealous
My mama called me and told me, "Oh baby, be careful"
But they better not play with me
Next thing you know you'll be put on a shirt that say, "In love and memory"
Guess who that back on that gutta shit
Might hit the block in them other shit
Watch all them niggas you kick it with
They may not be who you think they is
I thought it'd never be; used to be homies, now enemies
I know it is what it is but I gotta live, so fuck if you mad at me
Got too many chains on me
These niggas changed on me
They up and changed on me (Swear)
[Chorus]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same, homie
Ever since I seen the fame, homie
And they ain't did a thang, homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain, homie (Hey)
[Verse 1]
This what you niggas expect of me
They tryin' to drain all my energy
Countin' me out of this industry
Now they know I got the recipe
Count up the money then blow a check
How 'bout my mama write all the checks
Niggas, they act like they want some
Fuck 'em, I won't even send a text (Woo)
You see the look on they faces, these niggas' jealous
My mama called me and told me, "Oh baby, be careful"
But they better not play with me
Next thing you know you'll be put on a shirt that say, "In love and memory"
Guess who that back on that gutta shit
Might hit the block in them other shit
Watch all them niggas you kick it with
They may not be who you think they is
I thought it'd never be; used to be homies, now enemies
I know it is what it is but I gotta live, so fuck if you mad at me
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