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rick hyde - grace (change) lyrics

[intro]
cheap, uh+huh
uh+huh, uh+huh
mickey, greg, look

[chorus]
ho’s gonna be ho’s
money gonna come and gonna go
my n+gga just don’t change
friends turn foes
everything that glitter ain’t gold
my n+gga just don’t change
plugged city had them things for the low
but right now sh+t slow
hoping a week or so that sh+t don’t change
that sh+t won’t change

feeling like my back against the ropes
with a rope that biweekly won’t cut it [?]
before my ribs touching like they groping
i’ma focus and get double what i owe back
you a dead man walking
you walking around here with no bag
[?]
you ain’t got possession like a stope ass
higher loyalty in question to your ten year homies
lost a couple of the realеst that was this year only
make me wondеr when i leave is they gonna shed tears for me
so every single day i’m here
i can’t let them live for me (nah)
i pray them blessings come down
dear lord if you hear me hope them blessings come now
i would stress the f+ck out
let’s finesse it but how
we sell everything we got and bring them extras around
they built rome from the ground
i got ho’s going down
i got sh+t going up
you just known in this town
i was raised by the block
i wasn’t saved by [?]
b+tch i changed my approach
you a stain by the [?]
feel the pain in my [?]
for that change, i smoke
f+ck around and hit you right up in that vein by your throat

sh+t change without bro
sh+t change as i grow
all these snakes in the grass
n+ggas change without dope
play the game like a pro
n+ggas lame and i know
your big homies should be ashamed
b+tch, he was trained from the go

trying to turn the projects to a mansion
manifest destiny
i’m good with expansion
playing for the soap, boy
i shoulda went to kansas
playing with the drums n+gga (brrr)
i coulda went to grambling
why n+ggas so worried about that pocket change
you should be focused on the numbers like the stock exchange (wooh)
i gotta hustle for them commas
and that motherf+cking cancer took my mama
n+gga sh+t won’t change
[outro]
ho’s gonna be ho’s
money gonna come and gonna go
friends turn foes
everything that glitter ain’t gold

- rick hyde lyrics

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