(Intro)
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(HOOK)

Always knew that I would change
Cause I been going through the pain
People switched up did me dirty
But I swear Imma stay the same

Like a light bulb
I'm going out with a bang
Honestly I don't see
Nothing Else but the bag

Knew the streets gon take me out
Or send me to a cage
At this point I really got
Nobody else to blame



(VERSE)
I can't blame no one for my mistakes
Except myself
Always rolling deep my Nina singing
Like Adele

I been on the streets I used to sleep
Inside a fountain
Taking showers with the water coming out the spouting
Now it's hundreds that I'm counting
That's what you call turning nothing
Into something

And I ain't taking no more L's now
I don't want your hand outs
Can't hang with the same crowd
Told his ass to clam down

Draco gotta hundred rounds
Like a car wash I told my n***a
Just to spray him down

I do not want to bite your clout
Stealing my old theme
I'm bout to light up a cigarette I know it's not healthy
I'm bout to roll up a smoke of that gas talking kerosene
I know it..

I been through the change
Take a bullet through your cranium
You still can't feel my pain
Imma slave to the trap
That's why I flood my neck with chains

(HOOK)

Always knew that I would change
Cause I been going through the pain
People switched up did me dirty
But I swear Imma stay the same

Like a light bulb
I'm going out with a bang
Honestly I don't see
Nothing Else but the bag

Knew the streets gon take me out
Or send me to a cage
At this point I really got
Nobody else to blame



(VERSE 2)

I got nobody to blame
Not going out for the fame
I got no riches engraved
Inside of my family name

That's why I go hard for the gwoup
I picture the vision when no one else saw it so how you gon ask me to stop
Now I got n***as feeling different back up at the top

I got the juice like pac
Got the sauce on lock
Puttin some work on my block
Catch me in the hills smokin with some Rastas

Brand new whip watch me pull off like a plaster-
Got your wife blowin like the winds in a natural disaster
Thirty three just preach
Feeling like a pastor
How you taking chances bringing sand to the beach
Man you better run your racks up

Mixing alcohol is just the reason why I'm slurring
I don't really wanna talk not even to the reverend
Hanging with some n***as had to blur them out my vision
Oh you think you grimey I'm just slimey times 7

(HOOK)

Always knew that I would change
Cause I been going through the pain
People switched up did me dirty
But I swear Imma stay the same

Like a light bulb
I'm going out with a bang
Honestly I don't see
Nothing Else but the bag

Knew the streets gon take me out
Or send me to a cage
At this point I really got
Nobody else to blame