[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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 a 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 who 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 cream, you know I would make a quick scheme
Which team wanna play us like we was the sixth 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 Billy Jean
Had me wanting the pack man, moved to the Phillipines
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 everything gotta change that never would 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
[Verse 1]
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 a 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 who 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 cream, you know I would make a quick scheme
Which team wanna play us like we was the sixth 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 Billy Jean
Had me wanting the pack man, moved to the Phillipines
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 everything gotta change that never would change
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