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Whoa
S-fucking-U-C
Yeah

Man, motherfucking fame
If I go broke, I got no one to blame
I want the change, change
So they can say I changed, changed
But still I want the change

I started getting money once I realized
Boys′ll sell you dreams, hoes'll tell you lies
You give a fuck ′bout what they think, man, you'll never rise
When people tell me boys is hating on me, I say I ain't surprised

But I ain′t really friendly, nigga
I come up out these streets, I know ′bout greed and envy, nigga
When I was broke, I ain't had no one to lend me, nigga
So if you don′t fuck with me, I swear it don't offend me, nigga


See, a king must learn to be alone
Y′all call it high capping, I call it being grown
Why give a fuck 'bout all that being liked and being known?
When my money come in twos like I′m seeing clones

Man, motherfucking fame
If I go broke, I got no one to blame
I want the change, change
So they can say I changed, changed
But still I want the change

My mama raised me right so I open doors
But never think I give a fuck about these roach and hoes
You might see me pull up front the club, I'm poking foes
Yeah, I'm a player, but that don′t
Mean you can′t start coaching, though

See, I already know the game, baby
All that bullshit you talking sound lame, baby
You think 'cause you got a Coke bottle frame, baby
I′ma be out here tricking on you dames, baby?
She looked me in my eyes, told me, "Yo, times is hard"
I looked her dead in her face and told her get a job
Before I let these gold diggers treat me like a trick
I'll shake and move on they ass, Michael Vick


Man, motherfucking fame
If I go broke, I got no one to blame
I want the change, change
So they can say I changed, changed
But still I want the change

Boys always saying, "Oh, keep it real"
I answer back, "That depend your definition of real"
All I′m gon' promise you is I′ma keep my steel
And try to stay up out the way and always keep a mil'

I grind hard and pray harder
I tell these broads that if thirsty, go and drink water
I tell these boys stop be roaching, I ain't got daughters
Ain′t a hustle on the Earth that I have not thought of

I scrape the plate and lick the bowl
I hear voices saying, "Shake and bake, pick and roll"
See, life is kinda like your bitch, it′s all on me
And daddy say if I fall, don't call on me

Man, motherfucking fame
If I go broke, I got no one to blame
I want the change, change
So they can say I changed, changed
But still I want the change

South motherfucking West