Lyrics:
Changes, generanges
Which means rearranged generations
Stuck on PlayStations
Them the new plantations, I said a millions heads
Waitin' for another nation
admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
thought I'd never be
As a juvenile I caught felonies
Kept a Scrooge face like I was Eberneezer
With a gun tucked for my enemies
Niggaz talk death and I
the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez
"You know my steez"
"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"To the beat y'all"
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got
noggin, nigga
I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah
All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead
Nigga, what you said?
close up with the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you
whilst there's millions living in poverty honestly
How you gonna sit back down
How you gonna let that ish go on
I ain't gonna kickback now like you can
'Cause I'm addicted to the things around me
Been cheated and mistreated
My mind is cloudy but I'm not defeated
I am a million miles away
But it feels like
thuggin' like that
Murder, murder, kill, kill, bitch, I'm realer than real
I was taught play with a sword, bitch, you die by the steel
Stuck in my ways, I
seater
Left Ne-Ne with Macita
Vroom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how I'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use
weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (huh)
You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (bitch)
Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (say
before
And if you wasn't present
I really can't tell you bout
Some of the things
I done seen before
Keep my eater closed
I know these streets get cold
I'm walking like a million,
With my hat on the side of my head.
What's this thing that I've found
Through the days that I've clowned?
Is it you
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
about things and such
This is kind of all over the place but trust me it will make sense
When I'm done talking
I'm really drunk I had too much to drink
steez
"You know my steez"
"Let 'em know, do your thing y'all"
"Keep it live"
"To the beat y'all"
The beat is sinister, Premo makes you relax
I
secret and although we know their name
We are the pawns on the world?s chessboard in one big multi-national game
There's still no end in sight but
acted dumb
When you'd see me after school?
But I wasn't no fool No sweat lost
Time passed by Now look who's boss
Probably never thought about you
I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid
Ya might flip ya
go to school and pay bills is hard to do
I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
I like a woman
know it's just no use, no use
Know what people say
They think it's a juvenile's game
But I don't care, I'd always wait
'Cause we are brought together by
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