Who Really Changed, Pt. 2
I done seen niggas get too comfortable with old ways
So needless to say we'll never get the chance to live out what we talked about in old days
No riches by forty or every night bagging shorties
You won't live that life but best believe I'm praying that you get it right
I'm hoping one day you get out that cell and never look back, but I know you well aware this system just a big trap For niggas like you and I, they want niggas like you inside you
I took a different route
You want fast money so you didn't ride
Never judged the choices you made, but now you at the light post something like Michael
Smooth with criminal ways
Mindset of a nigga was forced to mature at an early age
But the need for things made you feel you needed more than minimum wage
In reality you neglected the tools you should've had
But you ain't listen when I said you was a fool for skipping class
Now you lacking all the knowledge that the job requires
So you realize the streets the only place you gone get hired
Really you a victim
Of the OG's who told you it was too late
Or the niggas made you think you judged by money that you make
So please believe me ain't no secret the reasons you stay awake
'Cuz you a victim of the circumstances that you ain't create
I tried to make you aware that going to school was step one to see bread
But you ain't listen was bullshitting busy seeking street cred
I mean that shit was cool when we was youngins but we grown now
Lost your address you call the block your home now
Too busy flipping packs to call a nigga back but I'll holla
I ain't believe OG's when they told me your closest friends switch up for the dollar
I'm sure it ain't like that right, yea you gone hit me back right
Maybe I'll hit you in the morning business booming at night
I'm sure got me reminiscing back on days when we were pure
You know the times before you gave money and weed power to lure you into situations you could never picture But don't get it wrong I understand and yeah you still my nigga
Just by talks we had back in the day thought your vision was bigger
Boy was I wrong, ain't spoke in a minute so I share my thoughts on these songs
I pray you get a chance to listen 'fore your life is finished
'Cuz the way you moving in these streets can tell you won't be here long
You a victim
Of the OG's who told you it was too late
Or the niggas made you think you judged by money that you make
So please believe me ain't no secret the reasons you stay awake
'Cuz you a victim of the circumstances that you ain't create
Yeah
Yeah
It's KD man
So needless to say we'll never get the chance to live out what we talked about in old days
No riches by forty or every night bagging shorties
You won't live that life but best believe I'm praying that you get it right
I'm hoping one day you get out that cell and never look back, but I know you well aware this system just a big trap For niggas like you and I, they want niggas like you inside you
I took a different route
You want fast money so you didn't ride
Never judged the choices you made, but now you at the light post something like Michael
Smooth with criminal ways
Mindset of a nigga was forced to mature at an early age
But the need for things made you feel you needed more than minimum wage
In reality you neglected the tools you should've had
But you ain't listen when I said you was a fool for skipping class
Now you lacking all the knowledge that the job requires
So you realize the streets the only place you gone get hired
Really you a victim
Of the OG's who told you it was too late
Or the niggas made you think you judged by money that you make
So please believe me ain't no secret the reasons you stay awake
'Cuz you a victim of the circumstances that you ain't create
I tried to make you aware that going to school was step one to see bread
But you ain't listen was bullshitting busy seeking street cred
I mean that shit was cool when we was youngins but we grown now
Lost your address you call the block your home now
Too busy flipping packs to call a nigga back but I'll holla
I ain't believe OG's when they told me your closest friends switch up for the dollar
I'm sure it ain't like that right, yea you gone hit me back right
Maybe I'll hit you in the morning business booming at night
I'm sure got me reminiscing back on days when we were pure
You know the times before you gave money and weed power to lure you into situations you could never picture But don't get it wrong I understand and yeah you still my nigga
Just by talks we had back in the day thought your vision was bigger
Boy was I wrong, ain't spoke in a minute so I share my thoughts on these songs
I pray you get a chance to listen 'fore your life is finished
'Cuz the way you moving in these streets can tell you won't be here long
You a victim
Of the OG's who told you it was too late
Or the niggas made you think you judged by money that you make
So please believe me ain't no secret the reasons you stay awake
'Cuz you a victim of the circumstances that you ain't create
Yeah
Yeah
It's KD man
Credits
Writer(s): Kd The Poet
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