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CASISDEAD
CASISDEAD
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Rufige Kru
Rufige Kru
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Submotive
Submotive
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CASISDEAD
CASISDEAD
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Clifford Price
Clifford Price
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James Davidson
James Davidson
Composer
Laurence Mizell
Laurence Mizell
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Rufige Kru
Rufige Kru
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Submotive
Submotive
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Change! Makes you wanna- Change! Makes you wanna- Yeah Can't slip 'round here, opps say that my card is marked Tripping off a tab, I can't remember where my car is parked Had a gram of Runtz in a blunt, yeah, I just had to spark Run upon me, lil' cunt, well then you're getting sparked Picked up this posh tart, we was out in Holland Park Told her we need time a-part Getting big now so the sex is always "À la carte" And I don't check the price when I shop, nah, I just add-to-cart Dickhead thinks he's the big dog, he didn't even bark Done his climb, call the mandem over We done his dance Wherе I am from, they don't even warn you oncе You don't get a chance I watched a man get carved up over a game of darts Then I watched my first album drop and climb the charts Then I watched niggas try act like I ain't the best in class Bare man from the ends bust, but they saved best 'til last Seems like everything 'round me's changing fast But I'm still, still the same, still the same Money going up, phone blowing up, I ain't growing up, still the same Change! Still the same Makes you wanna hustle Wanna hustle, wanna hustle Change! Things just stay the same Stay the same, stay the same Things just rearrange Rearrange, rearrange Yeah Pissed up at the Brits with the gang, it was raining champs Pricks asked who the fuck I am - well I'm the reigning champ Pull up in a 07, M6, with xenon lamps Oi, Goldie, there's too much bass You're gonna blow the fucking amp (bang) Yes it's Cas but just for a sec let me be frank I heard my man's mixtape and I thought that it was wank Slag forcing the slang, he's tryna sound like a yank These man are so sweet they got way too much sugar in their tank Came from the blocks I was chopping up boxes of dank Had to warm it up in the microwave when it was damp Bagging up 'til I had a cramp, out dressed like a tramp Ya man have never sold a gram - you just trap for the gram Back then I walk bally when I draw out the bank Thinking bout which rappers on my level I draw a blank Prick flicked out a shank got licked down like a stamp You think 'cos I'm on main stage that I'm here to ramp No, I'm still the same, still the same, still the same Money going up, phone blowing up, I ain't growing up, still the same Change! Makes you wanna hustle Wanna hustle, wanna hustle Change! Things just stay the same (still the same) Stay the same (still the same) Stay the same Things just rearrange Rearrange, rearrange Yeah (change!) Still the same, still the same Still the same
Writer(s): Clifford Joseph Price, James Davidson, Cas, Larry Mizell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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