Life Changes

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] Stop sayin' it's hard out here It ain't hard, nigga, you makin' it hard Ha, yeaaah [Verse 1: Quilly] 15 years old, I was out there on my own Stopped goin' to school, I was out there sellin' stones Out there wit the chrome, out there wit the heat In and out jail, no, my mom couldn't sleep She had an addiction, I had an addiction Gettin' fast money, wasn't tryna hear eviction Why you in the kitchen? why my money missing? If I make a million, wonder would it all be different Cuts some of my friends off, triggered my suspicion You sayin' you real but that paper say you snitchin' Fresh Michael Jordans and my ladders' Scottie Pippen I swear they're talkin' bout me cuz my eye keep twitchin' But, I'm on the Percs and I can't stop itchin' Bitch, my phone pop, and it won't stop clickin' Won't stop trappin', won't stop rappin' You can get em a lawyer, bet he won't stop rattin' Big (?) I'm just waitin' on the action Got me on scheme, and trees; Michael Jackson You was showin' love, now you're hatin', what happened? I'm guessin' it's love & war; Tamar Braxton An ounce 13, 200 for an 8-Ball And you keep talkin', you got bricks like the Great Wall Lean 40 dollars an ounce, we knockin' grapes off And my bitch bad as New-New wit her skates off I can feel money, know it's right; Ray Charles I just thank Allah I ain't stuck behind them State walls Cash in my pocket, credit A1; steak sauce Out her pitchin' white, never dreamed of playin' baseball Bitch, I'm on my shit, same bitch I wanted to hit Funny how the tables turn, crazy now she on my dick I ain't respondin' to her text messages; call missed I ain't where I wanna be, but I'm definitely in the mix Tell life, write a check, tell Tone, write a script I ain't smoke in 6 months but, I still feel high as shit I tell em pocket full of citizens, stonewashed citizens Cake, cake, cake; entenmanns More money, more money, boosting my adrenaline FN calm your gangsta right down, Ritalin Fresh pair of wheats, 200 for my Timbalands Hit it wit the water then I double up, Gremlins Buy Noah 2 wheels, he won't need a bus pass Private school him 8 years, he won't even cut class Know the millions coming I can smell it on my mustache The world is a bitch, when I fuck her, I'ma cum fast [Talking: Chic Raw] Quilly, what up lil bro? (What up nigga!) CR! Young legends in this motherfucka Huh!? [Verse 2: Chic Raw] Yeah, the difference is we ain't seein' through the same eyes I'm like Carlito if he would of caught that train ride Since age 5, elementary school yard hoopin' Arcade, we street fightin', throwin' hadoukens The mall stupid, buyin (?) wit the pencil pocket Money thoughts, you know I kept em in my mental wallet Don't mention college, barely made it through the 12th grade Far as my vision, (?) what I self-aid if ever wounded in that battlefield That defense, that sour loud like Seattle field You know the Seahawks, shallow water the deep parts Consider me that textbook nigga that got the street smarts Cheap talk, you better step up your game White Rarri, red stripes like a peppermint cane Black tears from a Raven, I feel death in my vein So, I be leaving like Ray when he exit a game H hittin' thats from Baltimore, sellin' brown like the Coffee store Bag the dope, put it in rice on that apartment floor I offer more and you're a regular nigga So these bitches choosin' me and that's evident nigga Evidents nigga, I'm guilty, I be fuckin' these hoes Talkin' only for the night, don't stay in touch wit them tho Touchin her toes, she spread it while I'm deep in them yams Put the paper over pussy so I skeet when I can 3 grams, backwoods, nigga, now I'm fried 1 hand, 40 blam, flip you down upside I arise, these niggas' got cement in their shoes In the same sentence wit my name You shouldn't mention wit dudes