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letra de so much changed - dave east & mike & keys

[intro]
mike & keys

[verse 1: dave east]
they’ll never take me alive
from where the skinny n-ggas slide (uh)
songs with mary j. blige
seen ’em die over they pride
i could never confide (never)
in authority, not the kind
me and ro was just buildin’
that’s my ahk, but he call me “slime,” hey
had to get out and grind
watch family cross the line
i could never co-sign
your name on that dotted line
every time i got bail
momma would tell me, “be calm”
i was dеstined to fail, but the lord allowed mе to shine (shine)
we was low the ‘jects, you seen what happened? nevermind
now they throwin’ me s-x, i’m like a tree they tryna climb
n-ggas knew i was next
you resemble rats and pigs, a cobra at best (sh-t)
send your driver with a wig, go on and chauffeur your death
sometimes i get in my feelings, i think no one is left (no one), it feel like everyone gone (everybody)
aunt barbara told me i was right, and everyone wrong (wrong)
back when chet was in the navy, halle berry was on (oh)
brian left, i seen my pops cry, dead in his arms
2008, barbara left, thought i would never move on (never)
life’s crazy, memories buried, some of them clear
pops raised me, so did the block, nothin’ i fear
i’m swayze (i’m swayze, n-gga)
the ghosts of these n-ggas lookin’ for demi moore
the henny poured when the brodie died, then we did some more (some more)
death over designer, died with his fendi on
i hate rats, i don’t like when my daughter put mickey on (i hate it)
[chorus: stacy barthe & dave east]
ah-oh, oh-ah
ah-oh, oh-ah
ah-oh, oh-ah
ah-oh, oh-ah (oh, uh)

[verse 2: dave east]
they got me mobbin’ like i’m low and ready to get my slug on (ah)
i load my clip and slip my motherf-ckin’ gloves on
i ain’t scared like the last n-gga if they test me (not me)
trust, n-ggas never wanna discuss the way they left me (nah)
dust, i left them motherf-ckers while i’m smashed (skrrt)
rubber diamonds on my mind, don’t need no problems fast (uh-huh)
mafioso like the genovese (uh)
came up from nothin’, n-ggas never gave me anything (nah)
don’t talk about it, i get mad
lord done blessed me with this paper (blessed)
had to be the way i am, it’s in my nature (it’s in my nature)
i know these n-ggas wanna stop the way i eat (uh-huh)
i’m real, i cannot sleep and everyday is just a struggle
got to hustle to breathe and i been
ballin’ low, don’t let ’em tell you
devil will fail you, you get in touch with allah, you might get help
we raisin’ h-ll
a n-gga from the gutter, word to mother, we rough police (uh), they cuff us, we don’t give a f-ck
still on the scene ’cause i love the green (i love it)
until they k!ll me, i’ll be livin’ this life
i know you feel me, so much change (so much)
[outro: kurupt & stacy barthe]
we been smashin’ on these n-ggas, n-gga, that’s what we do
f-ck
(so much to change, ah-oh)
we keep pushin’ that line
(so much to change, ah-oh)
you know i’m sayin’? yeah
so much to change, things ain’t the same, man
it ain’t like back in the days
(so much to change, ah-oh)
back in the days, we pushed a different life
we lived by the code
you see what i’m sayin’, man? you know
i was tellin’ a lil’ homie the other day, i was like “what do you— wha-what do you wanna do when you grow up, n-gga?”
he said, “i wanna be like you, kurupt”
i said, “you don’t wanna be like me, n-gga. be ya own man. stand on ya own ten toes. you dig what i’m sayin’?”

- dave east mike keys

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