Changed

Nafe in the base Cut in the place (yeah, I'm in the cut) Woe in the place (yeah, I'm in the cut) Quincy in the base Cage in the base (yeah, I'm in the cut) Now in the base (now I'm in the cut) Uh, yeah Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros Now we're turnin' out the place (turnin' out the place) I was with the same guys in these streets Then we went and got a base (went and got a base) Bitch, what's a sample? That's a no-no Can't be giving you a taste (no, no, no, no) They're tryna force the fame No, no, hoe, I don't really want the fame (Quincy, Tellem) Take my girl to The States, steady tryna win the race Put some plain powder in the place (powder) Stylish with his no face I don't want the bust down, I want the plain (let's go) I don't even really want the plain (let's go) Rather put my mother on a plane (plane) Tell her, "Mummy, shit has changed" Ain't wasting no time, mmh Know I got a lot on my mind (on my mind) I'm workin' all night (gone) But this ain't no nine-to-five (no, no) I was sellin' my white, ooh Now i'm cooking like Walter White It's still on sight Tell them niggas that it's still on sight (Quincy, Tellem) Just like every night She wanna come get this pipe (get it) When niggas changed on me, that shit bring tears to my eye They made me go so hard now they can't control my light Lucky roll of the dice and now they want my soul for a price Fell in love with this paper, man, it's still f*ck fame (f*ck fame) All this drip with the gang, used to having rough days (rough days) We done came from the hand-me-downs with the mud stains (with the mud stains) Smoking weed in the hallways 'til the law came ('til the law came) Obbo want us, nowadays, make it hard to buss case (now the police on me) Gotta link my nigga by the river just so we can touch base (now the police on him) All them nights in the studio, I made 'nuff tapes But she just wanna hit the club so she can get f*ck-faced, ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, turn up at the place with my real bros Now we're turnin' out the place (turnin' out the place) I was with the same guys in these streets Then we went and got a base (went and got a base) Bitch, what's a sample? That's a no-no Can't be giving you a taste (can't be giving you a taste) They're tryna force the fame No, no, hoe, I don't really want the fame (Quincy, Tellem) Take my girl to The States, steady tryna win the race (race Put some plain powder in the place (plain powder) Stylish with his no face (nah) I don't want the bust down, I want the plain I don't even really want the plain Rather put my mother on a plane Tell her, "Mummy, shit has changed" This shit has changed (changed) Self-employed, f*ck a wage (f*ck a wage) Young bull still got the gauge And he's trigger happy like (chirp, baow, baow, baow) And he wants to tape up the place Told him "Bro, think straight" (Quincy tell 'em) If he goes jail, I'll wait Yeah, I'll wait (wait) Get the Biscotti by the crate (Biscotti) It's a long road I've paved (skrrt) Louis collection in space This a marathon, it's never been a race All my real bruddas, yeah, I gotta embrace Runnin' to the money, can you keep up with the pace? Keep up with the pace, runnin' from the law I don't want a case, Christian Dior All this weed is the cure Please don't stop, gimme more Left the trap with a four I came back with some more Please don't knock on the door Please don't knock at the door, yeah turn up at the place with my real bros Now we're turnin' out the place I was with the same guys in these streets Then we went and got a base Bitch, what's a sample? That's a no-no Can't be giving you a taste They're tryna force the fame No, no, hoe, I don't really want the fame Take my girl to The States, steady tryna win the race Put some plain powder in the place Stylish with his no face I don't want the bust down, I want the plain I don't even really want the plain Rather put my mother on a plane Tell her, "Mummy, shit has changed"