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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Unit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Alexy
Composer
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
M. Bernard
Composer
C. Stewart
Composer
C. Lloyd
Composer
D. Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Alexy
Producer
K. Miller
Mixing Engineer
Ryan "Ryu" Alexy
Producer
Strike Sinatra
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All I hear is Jimmy want my shit to flop
Dre don't care if I blow
Goddamn, all this from fucking selling headphones?
Chris died, Theo didn't show up to a **** wake
Which indicates the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake
[Verse 2]
Barry's drunk, Barry dump, Barry's in the pen again
I'm back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem
These days can't believe what you hear on the street
That **** said he owns the tram, he only owns the seat
[Verse 3]
That's fools gold we sold you, you fools, I watch buy it
What's this here? Some kind of new hustle? I might try it
This flow got us all put on so I know I'm nice
Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice
[Verse 4]
These ****'ll change on you
I can't keep count of how many times
I done watched them change on me
Now they hate everything I do
I can't help but win, I'm a winner, ****, you changed on me
[Verse 5]
Guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram
They welcome you with open homes and open hands
I ain't rich like 50, I just know the man
Red emoji faces on your text, I know you mad
[Verse 6]
Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can
When you balling the worlds on your shoulder pads
I don't owe you nothing, they busting, you ain't bang back
You never fronted me nothing I couldn't bring back
[Verse 7]
They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back
You never gave me nothing I couldn't pay back
Now you talking to Feds because you ain't fed
Give a **** a foot, they want your whole leg
[Verse 8]
Fuck what he said, tell 'em, get his own bread
If **** got a problems, that's a code red
That's when **** pull up with long dreads
Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead
[Verse 9]
These ****'ll change on you
I can't keep count of how many times I done
I done watched them change on me
Now they hate everything I do
I can't help but win, I'm a winner, ****, you changed on me
[Verse 10]
They say, family's first
But family is the first to get you hurt
And these hoes even worse
All theses riches a gift and a curse
[Verse 11]
Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me
Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gory
Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles
They see you go out and get it, then want it from you
[Verse 12]
Say you'll never be a winner, show up at your parade
Outside, showing you smiles, inside, hoping it fades
Rather be low now, money over the stage
Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name
[Verse 13]
But it changes, their love is dangerous
Fog up your aim, there's a million ways to hit them cages
Shit's contagious, forget my favors
I'm outta here, flipping pages
You're slipping backwards, going with all the other actors
[Verse 14]
The limelight is hot, I ain't ask to be here
The money and the power make problems disappear
People change like the weather
I weather the storm until it's better
[Verse 15]
And these fake ass **** wanna shake my hand
Instagram hoes backstage with fans
And these snakes in the grass ain't a part of my plans
Stab me in my back and they say I changed
[Verse 16]
These ****'ll change on you
I can't keep count of how many times
I done watched them change on me
Now they hate everything I do
I can't help but win, I'm a winner, ****, you changed on me
[Verse 17]
Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though
Some **** change for the better
Some bitches'll just never change
Some of there hoes'll never change man, yeah
Written by: C. Lloyd, C. Stewart, Curtis James Jackson, D. Brown, David Darnell Brown, M. Bernard, R. Alexy