Change Of Heart
Even though I told u that I love you
Had a change of heart
Even though I thought so,
Found out you wouldn't
Loyalty from the start
Even though I know I did some things
That prolly kicked it off
It's certain sh-t you just don't do
When you f—kin with a boss
I had sum dirt up on my shoulder
I had to brush it off
I had the monkey on my back
I had to shake it off
Taking all these damn drugs
Swear I damn near lost it
Taking all these damn drugs
Swear I damn near lost it
Crazy how I leave the house
And gotta have my gun on side me
Even though I know I'm God son
Feel like the devil got me
Fell in love when I was young
Fu-k what they said about you
By any means go get dat paper
That's all you cared about
And told em make sho a mf'er
Hear about it
Like f—k the opps
Just go hit they block
And spend some round
Switch whips
Still might say f—k it
And spin around
Nobody really showed me nothing
I was out here running wild
Mama couldn't teach me to be a man
Streets showed me how
Funny how mama was always the one
To bond me out
I feel victim to the system
I can't a job
So you know my only options
Sell dope or rob
Police killed my dawg he was 15
Damn I miss my dawg
Ain't have to say it
Looked in her face
Knew it was gettin hard
My young ni—a
Done shaded his dreads
Say he caught a body
Now it's niggas
Ain't even our age tryna knock us off
Beside dat ain't no hot water
Up in the house
Had to boil dat sh-t up on the stove
Jus to take a bath
Everyday I tell myself
Fu-k these streets
This my last day
Never been no ashtray
Mo like locc dog in the hood
Jus like mad max with dat glizzy
Still a poke sum ni—a now wheat
Man the streets don't show no love
Crazy dat was my first love
Nowadays ni—as do some sh—t
And you won't check it
Keep it real from the jump
It's like you don't respect
Don't ever pick up when I call
So I'ma leave this message
Fu-k you and everything
You said was cool to do
Now I'll rather prove to myself
Before I prove to you
Cause you ain't tell me
It a be court dates and funerals
You ain't tell me
You done been fu-ked over
A buncha dudes
You ain't tell me
Bullets ain't got no names
You ain't me my homie a do it
You ain't tell me
You gotta have money to beef
You ain't tell me
Get to the loot
Had to learn all that shit
The hard way
You never told me the truth
Had a change of heart
Even though I thought so,
Found out you wouldn't
Loyalty from the start
Even though I know I did some things
That prolly kicked it off
It's certain sh-t you just don't do
When you f—kin with a boss
I had sum dirt up on my shoulder
I had to brush it off
I had the monkey on my back
I had to shake it off
Taking all these damn drugs
Swear I damn near lost it
Taking all these damn drugs
Swear I damn near lost it
Crazy how I leave the house
And gotta have my gun on side me
Even though I know I'm God son
Feel like the devil got me
Fell in love when I was young
Fu-k what they said about you
By any means go get dat paper
That's all you cared about
And told em make sho a mf'er
Hear about it
Like f—k the opps
Just go hit they block
And spend some round
Switch whips
Still might say f—k it
And spin around
Nobody really showed me nothing
I was out here running wild
Mama couldn't teach me to be a man
Streets showed me how
Funny how mama was always the one
To bond me out
I feel victim to the system
I can't a job
So you know my only options
Sell dope or rob
Police killed my dawg he was 15
Damn I miss my dawg
Ain't have to say it
Looked in her face
Knew it was gettin hard
My young ni—a
Done shaded his dreads
Say he caught a body
Now it's niggas
Ain't even our age tryna knock us off
Beside dat ain't no hot water
Up in the house
Had to boil dat sh-t up on the stove
Jus to take a bath
Everyday I tell myself
Fu-k these streets
This my last day
Never been no ashtray
Mo like locc dog in the hood
Jus like mad max with dat glizzy
Still a poke sum ni—a now wheat
Man the streets don't show no love
Crazy dat was my first love
Nowadays ni—as do some sh—t
And you won't check it
Keep it real from the jump
It's like you don't respect
Don't ever pick up when I call
So I'ma leave this message
Fu-k you and everything
You said was cool to do
Now I'll rather prove to myself
Before I prove to you
Cause you ain't tell me
It a be court dates and funerals
You ain't tell me
You done been fu-ked over
A buncha dudes
You ain't tell me
Bullets ain't got no names
You ain't me my homie a do it
You ain't tell me
You gotta have money to beef
You ain't tell me
Get to the loot
Had to learn all that shit
The hard way
You never told me the truth
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Writer(s): Raynard Carlton
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