Dru Ha - The Change Up lyrics

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Dru Ha - The Change Up lyrics

[Hook] Every day When I'm on the streets, ain't no time to play All I do is look up in the night, I don't see no light All I do is see the dark, then I let my gun spark Listen [Verse 1] Everyday I wake up, I'm thinking of something different My life is just like a visit, I'm only here for a minute f** it, I gotta get it Nothing y'all gotta give it I'm doing a lot of business Everybody just drop and just give me One hundred push-ups What's up with Buck? He here, you not You scared, you shot I dare two cops to play the hero -- uh oh Whether or not you agree with my vision, a lot of n***as rot in the prison Power no different Television is telling lies, so I Hit the street, street Bible wise And tell the Ten Commandments My n***as is bandits Outlandish with hammers, no wonder why they can't stand us Cannabis, fatigues, raw power Strapped for the battle, I'm walking the block with ease Let's go, let's go [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm on fire, call me molten metal It ain't my folks you settle This sh** I spit go through metal, I roll with the devil Every dollar in my pocket's from the flows I pedal Like handbags of Louis and Gucci come up You a replica of the real Almost there, so what? I ain't never seen ya CD Only D I see is the D's that sweep me With me, a frisbee out at night Who didn't disappear on em? Yeah, I ain't on em I was in the zone Take money money, make money money, that's the only thing on my dome I'm a beast if I don't eat f** beef, all I need is a rapper or one beat I'm a boss You Chinese n***as is duck sauce You half a chicken Go half on your living Get lost [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, I'm a murderer A motherf**ing k**er on the loose Y'all n***as is filla on the roof I know, I can't get mad at you But I can say ‘Damn, that's bad for you' Broke a**, broke gla**, cut it n***a severely f** what you heard, y'all n***as hear me I'm bullhorn, you n***as bullsh**, come one Got b**hes waiting on my lawn I walked at night like Spawn (?), oh yes, half that n***as is gone Make moves, my sh** is SA-radius Street approved in the jails like the essay's rated