Change - Maxo Kream

How can you blame a nigga?

I swear that money it change a nigga

When I got money, it changed some niggas

I bust down that Rollie‚ my chain got bigger

I lost my lil' homie‚ it changed a nigga

I keep a Glock 40‚ won’t change my nigga

But now I got money, put change on niggas

They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free

But I’ma still pay them niggas

Free CBD‚ fuck the judge and police

They tryna hang a nigga

Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep

So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga

How can you blame a nigga?

I swear that money it change a nigga

When I got money‚ it changed some niggas

I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger

I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga

I keep a Glock 40, won’t change my nigga

But now I got money, put change on niggas

How can you blame a nigga?

When I made it to the top, only Lord knows

Growing up from the SWAT made my heart cold

Had to work at the pot like gumbo

Had to stand on the block like Mutombo

Had to jack me a box like jumbo

Hit 'em quarterback blitz like Romo

Hit 'em with the hit stick, make 'em fumble

1−7-18 for Woodrow

121 for Bantho

R.I.P.

to my nigga Slow Groove

Rest in peace to my nigga Young Deuce

Love for lil' homie Ghost and Kenny Lu

Now my heart gone like John Q

They were paper chasin' for the revenue

Tryna flip a pack just like an acrobat

And get a hundred stacks and get a Hellcat

Matte black with the Forgiato shoes

They looked up to their big brother

Said, «Maxo, I wanna be like you»

Told 'em go for what you know

And work your move

Just chase the dough and you will get it soon

Next thing I know, I see them dead on the news

Bad block, head shot up, blood from his shirt to his shoes

How the fuck they let it happen?

How they let some niggas clap 'em

They was pistol packin', they wasn’t lackin'

They died with their tools

Countin', paper chasin', revenue

You see what that money do?

How can you blame 'em niggas?

How can you blame a nigga?

I swear that money it change a nigga

When I got money, it changed some niggas

I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger

I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga

I keep a Glock 40, won’t change my nigga

But now I got money, put change on niggas

They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free

But I’ma still pay them niggas

Free CBD, fuck the judge and police

They tryna hang a nigga

Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep

So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga

How can you blame a nigga?

I swear that money it change a nigga

Tried to boss up the homie and change the nigga

He kept stealin' money and change from me

Rather die 'fore you tell him we bang on niggas

Hi, I’m your brother but you here to stain on niggas

But how can you blame a nigga?

Remember back in my broke days

Said «if I got some change, I’ll never change»

'Til I got some change, then I bought a chain

Then I got deranged, money come and change

Everything, it’s a damn shame

People treat you better when you’re broke and lame

Used to be my nigga 'til I got the figures

Money came between us like Jigga, dang

I used to hang with niggas

The 11-trey-7 bang, gang with niggas

My mama told me, «these niggas snake, fake, jank»

And they’ll turn on me

Niggas will snitch, tell me they’re homies

Niggas will switch, change up on me

Real nigga shit, just 'cause that nigga a Crip

Don’t mean that nigga my homie

I had to work like a slave, my nigga

Ten toes down, I stayed, my nigga

No handouts, just gave, my nigga

Niggas talkin' 'bout they made a nigga

I bought me a loft, my mama a house

I’m a big boss, persona my livin'

How can you blame a nigga?

I swear that money it change a nigga

When I got money, it changed some niggas

I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger

I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga

I keep a Glock 40, won’t change my nigga

But now I got money, put change on niggas

They call me OG, my niggas kill you for free

But I’ma still pay them niggas

Free CBD, fuck the judge and police

They tryna hang a nigga

Been sippin' codeine, and I just might die in my sleep

So I go to bed with the stainless, nigga

How can you blame a nigga?

I swear that money it change a nigga

When I got money, it changed some niggas

I bust down that Rollie, my chain got bigger

I lost my lil' homie, it changed a nigga

I keep a Glock 40, won’t change my nigga

But now I got money, put change on niggas

How can you blame a nigga?