The Change lyrics

by

Kool G Rap


[Verse 1]
My life is like a movie, ayo, the bad guy lose
Good guy win, weak n*gga pretend
To be live when they not really
I smoke a foul Phillie
Write rhymes, try to stay illy
I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month
Ain't plan it like that, but things occur
Baby moms hatin' me, I ain't hatin' her
Yo, you know what? Most of the time that's way the game go
One minute you high, next you low
Not a soul love you, they just love the dough
Sometimes I think if a n*gga wasn't N.O.R.E. (What?)
Could I have bumped that b*tch like I did? (What?)
And would I get ass as a regular kid?
Only twenty years, don't understand this sh*t
n*gga fake me, jealous of my manuscript
I manually flip, casually rip
For my loyal n*ggas, f*ck the cats who snitch
I did a bid and came home survival thug
Y'all don't come through, so I don't show love
That's how they view me, hatin' me, wanna screw me
And your b*tches only catch me in Jacuzzis
At some other shows, politickin' with my other pros
Kickin' back, what? Callin' up some other ho
[Chorus]
Yo, in a minute, I won't claim no set
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet
W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me
I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough sh*t
Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug sh*t
In a minute, I won't claim no set
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet
W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me
I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough sh*t
Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug sh*t

[Verse 2]
For my thug n*ggas just livin' they life
Drivin' expensive cars, always got one wife
Where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that
Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that
And you know me, type of n*gga play no D
I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood
Green chronic make me feel good
Total Recall the hood
Remember when n*ggas just stood where they should
Now these n*ggas actin' out of place, talkin' out they f*ckin' face
Screamin' how they real when they the snakes
Yo, this Titanic bullsh*t, overdose sh*t, nap sh*t
Forty-eight hours left to clap sh*t
Crack sh*t, bogart like Bogota
While you imbeciles still really think y'all ill
Just 'cause you bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real
Yo, I'm ill with the heat and I'm ill with the pill
On the street or on the mic, di*k, what you like?
While y'all jealous n*ggas hatin' me just on spite
I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like
My Cartiers glow like lasers, Fantasias
At every show, what? Got y'all hoes pushin' up dasies
N.O.R.E., the way I plan this sh*t
Yeah, like Mase said, phonin' young b*tches and sh*t
[Chorus]
Yo, in a minute, I won't claim no set
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet
W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me
I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough sh*t
Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug sh*t
In a minute, I won't claim no set
Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet
W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me
I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough sh*t
Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug sh*t
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