Changes (feat. Ali)

Day one From day one It's true Listen Buss a gun for you real friend Real friends stay to the end Nuff of them part time, weak heart Won't see a back bite of them Jab you in your back Me nah matter that Headed straight to the top, come on Me nah sell out me soul Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out fi little money, little piece of gold Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out fi little piece of money, piece of gold True day ones when I used to roll with the play guns Sit in the playground, dare a nigga to say something A-1, look at how I came up While these haters still chasing the same bucks Cocky as if you gain trust, I ain't really with that shit though 'Cause all thoughts of sanity is gone out the window Seem to be the indo to get me faded off I don't give a fuck why they hating, dawg If they delaying I'll make 'em pay the cost Show dedication and now it's taking off Stripping for what they got, make 'em take it off Fuck all your bitching, nigga, just take a loss Cold hearted, started on the first day of frost Was hating when they was decorating, it's reinforced I've been a gamble, catch me rolling the dice And as I'm growing older my heart growing colder than ice Buss a gun for you real friend Real friends stay to the end Nuff of them part time, weak heart Won't see a back bite of them Jab you in your back Me nah matter that Headed straight to the top, come on Me nah sell out me soul Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out fi little money, little piece of gold Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out fi little piece of money, piece of gold Fake friends fronting just to take ends Hustle till the day ends Ducking when the jakes hit Yeah, more money in the day spent And still running for another just to pay rent And now they broke fronting asking where they pay went But what the fuck you suckers thinking when you straight bent? Smacking up the wack rappers just to let them rage vent You ain't understanding what any words on the page meant Yeah, and if it don't make dollars it don't make sense And if you can't hit harder you won't make dents They perpetrating and hating behind backs Parlaying and blazin' while time pass What you saying? Replay and rewind fast You can't replace 'em, I'm racing to climb fast And if they flake I'ma blaze 'em like dime sacks White trash tryna fuck with the high class Buss a gun for you real friend Real friends stay to the end Nuff of them part time, weak heart Won't see a back bite of them Jab you in your back Me nah matter that Headed straight to the top, come on Me nah sell out me soul Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out fi little money, little piece of gold Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out me soul Nah sell out fi little piece of money, piece of gold