Change feat. J. Sands, Madness, Tislam The Great & Shuanise - Robert de Boron (ロベルト・デ・ボロン)/J. Sands/Madness/Tislam The Great/Shuanise

Lyrics by：J.Sands/Madness/Tislam The Great/Shuanise

Composed by：CAMPBELL CECIL EUSTACE

My change fold bank rolled got em five in a knot

Rubberband other man f**k I'm driving a dorop

Got my mind my on my money and my eye on the clock

I'm trying to stop but close to buying a block

Got Sands all out ther elike I'm trying to flop

Hold up bring it back a bit you sure that's all accurate

A lot n***as jump on the mic expect the track to fit

Kid I floats wit it butter fly beez wit it

G wit it wit my hat low

Yeah the P fitted

Northside K G's make a deal a day

Keep it on the sush hit the kush make you feel IA

But back home need a back bone

And black chrome cause lil mutha f**kas oct grown

Flip the bat phone then my cats zone

I rap poems still make a n***a get his as on

As life engages

Time to show up have involve you're frame

Makes no sense living this way

Have to evolve the plain

Time won't stop for I n I

Touch you're high

Change is our wave tomorrow

Something's got to change

I had change

Can't maintain the same thing

I change lanes when the game change

Oh be them some lane as sittin there askin' why

You in the some lane as life passin' by

And me I'm past them guys

I can't be stagnated I graduated

Thankin' God glad that I made it

And I'm sad to say it but we all should know

We came so far still if's so far to go

And it's hard to know which facade to show

Oddly though s**t wasn't like the Cosby Shwo

It wasn't hard to grow but it was hard to blow

So being n***as is all we know

Pants saggin'black rag in

Yo I'm never scared to show up

That ToyRus kid n***as said was scared to grow up

In trouble again wit no one to blame

Stay the some but know to when to change

Ain't the one to fuss hardley ever complain

All I got is bus money a buck and some change

But I still make moves till the discover the name

Front cover display another one for the great

Don't surcum to the hate fake hundered's for bait

Not goin no where like I'm runnin in place

Leg chained to a gate escape is a waste

Still pull a fast on right in front of they face

Pinchin pennies a nickel for everytime

That a snitch got hit for dropin the dime

Place a order for a quater on a tapped phone line

Fifty cent pice with a sliver dollar design

Now a days everyone got they own problems

Queston is how the f**k we gon sovlem

These past 8 years have really ben a pain

Obama said it right we do need change

As life engages

Time to show up have involve you're frame

Makes no sense living this way

Have to evolve the plain

Time won't stop for I n I

Touch you're high

Change is our wave tomorrow

Something's got to change