Change On Me Kevin Gates (Ft. Mista Cain & Percy Keith)
"Change On Me" by Kevin Gates (ft. Mista Cain & Percy Keith) is a #HipHop track from 2018. The lyrics explore themes of betrayal, resilience, and personal growth amidst challenges. Gates reflects on trust issues and evolving relationships. Musically, it features a haunting beat and emotive delivery, resonating with listeners facing similar struggles.
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
I seen something in a nigga that I really fuck with and it was very disappointing
You know, but business ain't no place for feelings and feelings ain't no place for business (get em gates)
Go
Told my homegirl bitch you bet not lie to me
Go back to jail you bet not have me playing lottery (whats that?)
Mighty [?] in a Phantom, rollin' 'round the bottom
Luca Brasi, bottles of Carlos Rossi
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
My uncle drinking them, unbelievable
Raider speed, he keep a crease
My grandmother, I give her money
My younger siblings, stealing from her
15 people in one house, I share a room with 6 other niggas
In the same bed, share cover with 'em
Well, comforter set, uncomfortable yet slightly
Dysfunctional
Fightin', fussin' over merely nothing
Evidently somethin', got niggas muggin'
Whip slipping through when I'm riding, fuck it
My main-main went out in public
Around people, start acting funny
Could it be that I'm attracting money?
Your entourage not lackin' funding
Foreign cars, twistin' cigars
Just press the parallel parking button
Not a freak for fame, don't like to be all on camera
Possibly fun and games, 'till somebody kidnap your family
Duck Tape 'em, beat 'em with hammers
Demanding you send a ransom
Favorite colors: red and white
Love snow, but not a Santa
I just dropped a 4 in a liter of apple Fanta
Born 1986, I was off the porch in the 90's
Fucked my ex looking for closure
But ain't no way I could find it
I seen something in a nigga that I really fuck with and it was very disappointing
You know, but business ain't no place for feelings and feelings ain't no place for business (get em gates)
Go
Told my homegirl bitch you bet not lie to me
Go back to jail you bet not have me playing lottery (whats that?)
Mighty [?] in a Phantom, rollin' 'round the bottom
Luca Brasi, bottles of Carlos Rossi
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
My uncle drinking them, unbelievable
Raider speed, he keep a crease
My grandmother, I give her money
My younger siblings, stealing from her
15 people in one house, I share a room with 6 other niggas
In the same bed, share cover with 'em
Well, comforter set, uncomfortable yet slightly
Dysfunctional
Fightin', fussin' over merely nothing
Evidently somethin', got niggas muggin'
Whip slipping through when I'm riding, fuck it
My main-main went out in public
Around people, start acting funny
Could it be that I'm attracting money?
Your entourage not lackin' funding
Foreign cars, twistin' cigars
Just press the parallel parking button
Not a freak for fame, don't like to be all on camera
Possibly fun and games, 'till somebody kidnap your family
Duck Tape 'em, beat 'em with hammers
Demanding you send a ransom
Favorite colors: red and white
Love snow, but not a Santa
I just dropped a 4 in a liter of apple Fanta
Born 1986, I was off the porch in the 90's
Fucked my ex looking for closure
But ain't no way I could find it
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