CHANGING NEVER FOTD Lyrics

I'm tired of this shit, man

I'm trying to do some other shit

What the fuck? I mean, these motherfuckers are trying to make it their business to lock me the fuck up

What the fuck? Why not now

How much longer you gonna be dodging bullets out here in these streets, man

How long before one of these motherfucking knuckleheads catches us slits and throw one in the back of our fucking heads

I ain't gotta tell you. You already know

These streets got an expiration date on them

Take this shit, the whole cut for yourself, and you vanish

Fuck these streets

You're a ghost, right

Goddamn right, you're a ghost

Be a ghost and be a legend at the same time

You already know

I've been sick of struggling, that's why I've been hustling

I've been trying to get my money, make a triple-doubling

I'm trying to be like the crack, get it bubbling

But we over here, they're trying to get the troubling

I don't know if they can see me on TV

Tell them that I sell the CDs in the trees that don't be CDs

Some people be trying to see me

Maybe it be the DETs off of these trees

Maybe the 5-0, and I don't even know

I try to keep it on another level

I'm high, so I don't know which way they about to come down

But I be with my people

We play the ball, shoot around inside of the roof, the basket

I try to make them understand we need the truth automatic to be wealthy

It means we gotta be healthy

But it be kind of hot in these streets

They want to melt me

It's like the rapists

These niggas want to be felt me

Nah

They never dealt me a better hand than what you got

You went to the same school that I went to

You listen to 2Pac, probably big, probably 112

Probably listen to them dudes that probably made it

Some dudes that failed

Some probably hate it

They just stuck in jail

They over there writing about their bad luck from the cell

And me, I'm over here in the mic, such a tell

Because my shit ain't really sucking like that

It's going swell, but maybe not as swell as that nigga named Bill Gates

He's trying to build a place

He's getting real cake

But I can feel kind of content with the chips that I gotta get now

Because this nigga bumping the sense over at BP

Every time he sees me, feeling like he really just needs me

And I don't think that he does

Cuz probably got more cheese than I does

Because at the end of the day, everybody give him a little bit of pay

Probably goes over to Raleigh, get a big Buford

Probably go to the Dollar General and get a new shirt

I don't even know

He's probably thinking to do the moves work without the $30 bracelet

Dudes riding fly

New paint like it's space shit

Yeah, we got some rims

And they chop

Dudes hate shit

Cuz they be over there

They walk going ape shit

Listen to they walk, man

And they rapping

Yeah, they thinking that they fly

They feeling like that they trapping

They thinking they think T.I

They think that they Jeezy

They think that they Wheezy

But really, at the end of the day, they not on TV

Ain't no whole CD

They ain't got no breezes

They ain't got no ice

Niggas really ain't freezy

They really ain't cheesy

They looking kind of cheesy

They looking kind of grimy

Maybe getting greasy

So when they try to see you, they try to get squeezy

Pulling out the 45

Fuck a fucking CD

They trying to ride in the 45

The old school, the Chevy

Yeah, making life look easy

Like it's Sunday morning

12s in the back

15s fucking storming

Yeah, over there

Waffle House in the morning

Leaving big tips to the girls while they on it

Getting on the bus and they got to go to school

So they can make the guru

Gotta use the tools so they won't be confused

They can make the moves and they can go to the top

Probably just be chilling on the cruise boat in the yacht

I don't even know

I see it all open my thigh

Yeah

But it's something about dudes

I should have took him out, but fuck it

What I say, like I said, they use the tools to go to the top

Cause really, you need to make the moves to be on a boat and a yacht

Trying to take a cruise

Don't be confused

Make your shot and take it and make it

Yeah, they trying to break it

Your pocket

Hopefully you won't profit

That's what they think

And man, you really need to stop it

And I don't even know

I ain't the one to really gossip

Cause I can't act like I'm far from the projects and got shit

Nah, these dudes, they be toxic

Cause they was toxic

And I'm over here like a comment

Not really far from a star

But I try to give them the bars and let them know I'm hard

But I ain't trying to be hard

I'm just giving you the story

Just letting you know the road that I took

A little glory is more for me

Or maybe more for you

I don't even know

But I know what's in store for dudes

I said they got blessings

They're south up in the heaven

They gonna give them down here to us who feel lessened

And yes, man, I got to receive mine

I believe in the greater being

The one that makes the shine every day

Plus the moon when I'm feeling in the gloom

The one that makes the spirit, the harmony

Plus the tunes, the bloom, and the flowers

The greater power

The thing that makes the water flow

But the showers that makes all the time forever go for hours

I don't even know, man

It made you

It made ours

Our parents

They parents

And it's apparent they a parent

Cause apparently it's prepared a place for me and for you

So I'ma do what I do and live life to its fullest

I hope don't nobody try to spray me with the bullets

But I believe that they can't touch me

Enemies in my footstools

They say it's more lucky

It's something that's guarding my back

Every angle

They say that God, he got us

The guardian angels

And his son's sacrifice for me and you to have an afterlife

Man, that's tight

Cause I'ma do what I do and I'ma really say thank you

Act like it ain't nothing that I can't do

Cause he's inside of me

Feeling like a prodigy

And I hope that when he hear this on a Sunday, he'll be proud of me

I left out the cursing

And all the wording

We gon' keep it tight

Yeah, like a virgin

PG-13

And plus we over here

Herb Dr. Green

But I'm concerned with my team trying to make it

And get more

So it's simple

More than the Wii

Take it back to the Nintendo

Call it the Wii Flow

Say it's the bomb-ish

Yeah

It's the urban electronics

It's how I do it

Chilling with Jazzy Faye

I gotta get my cash and pay

Like I said, I feel like a champion fighter

Cash is clay

On my homie Raleigh

With them bomb mommies

Gotta be like I'm doing

We off to Bombay

Yeah

And plus a bust on the zombies

Nah

Feeling like they never stop me

Unless they have a red octagon

Yeah, I'm over here

I'm boiling like the rice

See the pot is on

Nah

We got greens like we copped a lot of lines

Top of the dime

Yeah

Running the mafia

Nobody can stop me

I'll pull up the chopper

You gon' be screaming like operas

And you ain't the Phantom

But I'm gonna need me a Phantom

A couple checks to get handled

So I can get to my grandson