Lyrics:
Of my ways I changed my mind game
Put God top changed the ones who I thought had me
They never really had me
I guess I will be last one standing
Some say
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
Dipped I'm on the run I flipped the number one
My head is like a drum it's probably from the rum
I wish I was still drunk grab yo bitch you little punk
Ain't nothing changed still the same G
Still lay low like a hog in the streets
Still white T still the same kicks
Still chopping game with the homies
That's the just the way we do it
Pop those collars
We changed the game
[Snoop]
Slid up in the door, get up in ya ho
Sippin' on some Mo with Big D
Modernism has taken over culture
And that puts our future in danger
And I think one needs to speak this out
So I do
I know the world has changed
9 years into this game nothings has changed they asking for more
A lot opportunities coming god has in store
I’m done being stuck below I’m
to build
'cause even thug n****s pray
Hopin' God hear me,
I entered the game;
Look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent - casualties of fame
more ways than one
And this whole world has just begun
And it's so nice to meet me
A self once masked by these stains
That filth washed out with
But boy you've got a lot to learn
Don't shake your head from side to side
Saying that you've changed enough
That you see the light
'Cause you just
Great Gang
N****s really don't know man
Shit has changed Over the years
JDot let me talk to 'em real quick
How do you know
If the time is right
I'm coming for the top
I'm just tryna set the plot
That way I connect the dots
Yeah I'm cheffin up my game
Man I be stirring up the pot yeuh
Aye
I
Too bad for you the time has come
You could walk but you should probably run
Playing games I hope you had your fun
You could run away or you could come
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game
Alright, that's cool, yeah, whatever.
My drummer has the messiest house in New Jersey
My drummer has the messiest house in New Jersey
John Thatcher
or get split
Play tha game how it go
Shootin tha drop somethin'
Glock or pop somethin'
AK wit' fifty shots
I tote it too stop somethin'
Make it
changed
I'm only here to live life for my family
Thanking God everyday for my moms company
Fuck any hoe that has left and is done wit me
Focused on bread
apart
Can't call it love cuz it don't have any heart
And its so dumb
How we're so numb
Now the whole thing has changed
No more slow dance
No more
years, eye changed the game rapping (Eye changed the game rapping)
Eye gained traction, made a wave when eye ate tablets (Made a wave when eye ate tablets)
Don't hit me up, i'm not the same
The time has changed
Can't feel the love, it's just a game
It's such a shame
Don't hit me up, not this again
Not
kids playing games well, nothing here has changed
See, life is shorter, life is shorter than you think it is
Shots to all this fake shit don't know if
of imposter hittin em up just like a call
Spook you in the night like if I was Gladice watch you fall
I'm loved by a few
Hated by most
Respect by all Ha Ha
willingly lock arms with the one who's slain
For crimes he won't commit Jesus changed the game
Committed I won't stall when he clog the drain
This river
The good lord will make a way and save the day
Ain’t nothing changed, maybe a change of pace
At which days go by, you think it ain’t so, fine
Ignore My two
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