Testo Change On Me - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Change On Me (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Street Fame
Ol' girl told me she can't stand me
I don't know why
Maybe something i did
Asked her what the problem is
She said i try to fuck her friend
I ain't one of these rappers
You can miss me with that sucker shit
Hotter then your grandmother gritz
You gon need oven mitts
Shouldn't be no competition
Between you and your nigga
When y'all come from nothing
Couldn't tell you about no pot to piss in
My toilet ain't flushing
But its always some shit to get in
Fucking with us
Feels like we drowning
And we keep on swimming
Tryna come up
What's a dollar and a dream
When you have dreams without a dollar
That's why shorty on her knees
She got more than her pride to swallow
They don't make em like me no more
I'm a 94 Impala
Seems like the gangsters you knew
Losing all their honor
In front of your honors
Some game ain't worth a mill
But still as real as Gillie and Wallo
This game getting to real
You can't unplug and play tomorrow
Had to kill steal beg and borrow
And hit licks just to get some kicks
Picture a nigga waiting on the bench
Know he ain't getting picked
Youngin with his booksack on
Headed to the school to be something
Making it to the classroom
The teacher telling him
He ain't gon be nothing
Now he is failing all his grades
Cause that shit fucking with his head
He went and put the books down
And picked up a gun instead
Now he locked up
He getting booked
Doing time in the feds
Ain't make it to college
But being a steppa his aka
How you do me that way
Thought you would stay
You played me tho
Threw away my feelings
Hung up my cape
I can't save no hoe
Used to call me bae
Now when i call
My number ain't saved no moe
Gotta stay on go
Cause they gon break on you
When you broke
I just pray that they don't change on me
Start falling off
And tryna hang on me
They wanna kill me
And get a name of me
You can have that shit
If that's what fame gon be
All of this money gon bring haters
And i know it tho
They come for your head
When you at the top of the totem pole
I was left for dead
And told my mama
I ain't ready to go
Gotta keep a gun
When you getting bread
Or you know you toasted
Ain't nobody can fight
And no one to hold you close
Why nobody surprised
When Fatman died from an overdosed
Ain't nobody moving right now
It's like the controller broke
I hate to be the one to say
I told you so
But they hating on the low
You girl will spill the tea
All out the mug
When y'all into it tho
Can't depend on nobody
Be nowhere for you but funerals
Sometimes i feel lost
But i can't lose it tho
Crazy for sure
To have rats on my heels
I gotta stay on my toes
I hope god take the wheel
I was drunk when i drove
I don't know how we making mills
With crackpots on the stove
I wonder how this shit gon feel
When i drop and i blow
I wonder how y'all gon feel
Knowing that i was just broke
Let them motherfuckers talk
You heard me
They gon kick you when down
What you gon do
Is grab their fucking feet
You hear me
And clip these bitches
I just pray that they don't change on me
Start falling off
And tryna hang on me
They wanna kill me
And get a name of me
You can have that shit
If that's what fame gon be
All of this money gon bring haters
And i know it tho
They come for your head
When you at the top of the totem pole
I was left for dead
And told my mama
I ain't ready to go
Gotta keep a gun
When you getting bread
Or you know you toasted
RLLNR shit
ROP you heard
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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