Made for this weekend But I changed my mind. I changed my mind. I changed my mind I changed my mind And I changed my mind Well it started getting cozy, girl I
should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I
again, you warmed and opened up my broken heart. I'm never gonna change my mind I'm lovin' you, I'm never gonna make you cry Don't you know that I'll
your body breaking and shaking and left in the cold I want to heal your conscience making a change o fix this dying soul Born into this world a broken
Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky funky fresh Not unless I get my point across My illin' and illin's what I have to do If you bite my lyrics I'm coming
nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash
just act crazy or you a grown crack baby born in the 80's to all you motherfuckers say I went Hollywood I'm gangsta! I know when I got it good [Hook]
] They killed my entire family Murdered and tortured, raped and pillaged I was only five and I was the only surviving witness My entire village burnt
At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground and use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground
I love that bitch) So i treat the game like I'm selling drugs (drugs - block is locked) Day n nite. I toss and turn, I keep stressin' my mind, mind. I
my skills, '96, my third born Word born, vicious like he held him tight, and mellow hobby I'm the father and the author, change my name to Masada First
to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since
a giant I was born without a dime Out tha gutta I climbed Spoke my mind And didnt stutter one time Ali say even the greatest gotta suffer some time So i
Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right I was born in the south Sometimes I have a big mouth When I see something that I don't like I gotta
the nine to five Every single day is trouble while we struggle and strive Peace of mind's so hard to find I wanna shout, throw my hands up and shout
all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-norm Take life forms like light storms I laugh at
hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentence'n I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma
others Just like all life lovers I've changed and changed and changed and changed From one thing to another I've had complicated dealings With complicated feelings And I
