Hyphy, Bigga Rankin - Changed On Me Lyrics

Real Niggaa, Real Ngga
Real Ngga, Real Ngga Radio
Young nigga please understand people gonna change
The key is not to be one of those niggas
Everything changes under the motherfuckin' sun
Trade hustle nigga not you morals, How you feel?
Everybody changed on me friends ain't my same homies
My bitches aint my same homies ya
Instrumental
Everybody changed on me they aint the same homies
My ex bitch did the same she ain't the same homie
Left her in the pass she want leave me lone
She see money on my mind she can't leave me lone
I'm gone keep goin til I pass y'all
See the opps all in traffic then I lead off
There they go if they see me they gone fled off
I do the dash all traffic foreign ya with the head off
See I ain't never been scared of y'all
I been gettin money since I was nay tall
Been jump off the porch y'all
Dead smack in the middle of the street y'all
Ready for war cock it aim it said he want more
Boy is you sure cause all my niggas ready for war
Carry the torch every since I left off the porch
Jump in a Porsche and ride off like I hope on a horse
Always first place I'm not never last
Ya them niggas real ass ya them niggas trash
I ain't never hate on another man, ya I see my plate
Time to say my grace, time to eat again
They aint the same homies
My ex bitch did the same she ain't the same homie
Left her in the pass she want leave me lone
She see money on my mind she can't leave me lone
I'm gone keep goin til I pass y'all
See the opps all in traffic then I lead off
There they go if they see me they gone fled off
I do the dash all traffic foreign ya with the head off
Always first place I'm not never last
I aint never hatin' on another man
Time to say my grace time to eat again

Real Niggaa, Real Ngga
Real Ngga, Real Ngga Radio
Young nigga please understand people gonna change
The key is not to be one of those niggas
Everything changes under the motherfuckin' sun
Trade hustle nigga not you morals, How you feel?
Everybody changed on me friends ain't my same homies
My bitches aint my same homies ya
Instrumental
Everybody changed on me they aint the same homies
My ex bitch did the same she ain't the same homie
Left her in the pass she want leave me lone
She see money on my mind she can't leave me lone
I'm gone keep goin til I pass y'all
See the opps all in traffic then I lead off
There they go if they see me they gone fled off
I do the dash all traffic foreign ya with the head off
See I ain't never been scared of y'all
I been gettin money since I was nay tall
Been jump off the porch y'all
Dead smack in the middle of the street y'all
Ready for war cock it aim it said he want more
Boy is you sure cause all my niggas ready for war
Carry the torch every since I left off the porch
Jump in a Porsche and ride off like I hope on a horse
Always first place I'm not never last
Ya them niggas real ass ya them niggas trash
I ain't never hate on another man, ya I see my plate
Time to say my grace, time to eat again
They aint the same homies
My ex bitch did the same she ain't the same homie
Left her in the pass she want leave me lone
She see money on my mind she can't leave me lone
I'm gone keep goin til I pass y'all
See the opps all in traffic then I lead off
There they go if they see me they gone fled off
I do the dash all traffic foreign ya with the head off
Always first place I'm not never last
I aint never hatin' on another man
Time to say my grace time to eat again