Switch Up
How could you change on a nigga I ain't get my mill yet
Your mans call you stingy I could never feel that
Ride die for my brothers for the opps I wet that
But you stabbed me in the back how could I forget that
You pocket watching niggas tryna see my networth
Broke bread with my niggas tryna put my team first
But it's enough you start to make my head hurt
And if came to some death I know you wish I'm dead first
You say you is my brother and you doing that
Lucky you ain't oppostion would of split ya cap
Pillow talking to the bitches with the chit a chat
Throwing dirt my name I ain't into that
You see me put pain you want fifty fifty
You do forty sixty niggas call you stingy
I seen your true colors when you seen the benjis
You ain't happy for your brother so you rather envy
But I play my position and the cards I'm dealt
Nobody ever gone ride for you like yourself
In the trenches with a four five by my belt
Alone in streets I never needed help
So fuck day one
I stayed down till I came up it's a fact that money changed us
The hood raised us taking risks putting our lives in danger
Now you switch up cause I got my paper
How could you change on a nigga I ain't get my mill yet
Your mans call you stingy I could never feel that
Ride die for my brothers for the opps I wet that
But you stabbed me in the back how could I forget that
You pocket watching niggas tryna see my networth
Broke bread with my niggas tryna put my team first
But it's enough you start to make my head hurt
And if came to some death I know you wish I'm dead first
Your mans call you stingy I could never feel that
Ride die for my brothers for the opps I wet that
But you stabbed me in the back how could I forget that
You pocket watching niggas tryna see my networth
Broke bread with my niggas tryna put my team first
But it's enough you start to make my head hurt
And if came to some death I know you wish I'm dead first
You say you is my brother and you doing that
Lucky you ain't oppostion would of split ya cap
Pillow talking to the bitches with the chit a chat
Throwing dirt my name I ain't into that
You see me put pain you want fifty fifty
You do forty sixty niggas call you stingy
I seen your true colors when you seen the benjis
You ain't happy for your brother so you rather envy
But I play my position and the cards I'm dealt
Nobody ever gone ride for you like yourself
In the trenches with a four five by my belt
Alone in streets I never needed help
So fuck day one
I stayed down till I came up it's a fact that money changed us
The hood raised us taking risks putting our lives in danger
Now you switch up cause I got my paper
How could you change on a nigga I ain't get my mill yet
Your mans call you stingy I could never feel that
Ride die for my brothers for the opps I wet that
But you stabbed me in the back how could I forget that
You pocket watching niggas tryna see my networth
Broke bread with my niggas tryna put my team first
But it's enough you start to make my head hurt
And if came to some death I know you wish I'm dead first
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Mckenzie
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