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Change (feat. Star Child Juice) Video (MV)




Performed By: CG Kayy
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Kenneth Scott Jr




CG Kayy - Change (feat. Star Child Juice) Lyrics
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CG
Ayee Kayy, Ayee Kayy
CG Kayy onna the beat, nigga
Session eight Baby
It ain't the same no more, I been through the rain
They playin' these games, I ain't with it
I'm makin' it double, you know we ain't squashin' no beef
If it's money, I go out and get it
They cappin' just quit it, yeah, we got the stu in the room
Nd the mattress it's holdin' my millions
They watchin' my steps, done seen how I scored
But I keep my moves tight on my head like a fitted
It really been different all over the city
Just give me a reason nd I'ma get busy
I'm spinnin' these niggas, don't care if they dizzy
Get one up on me, man, I swear that y'all silly
Hopped inna free car just to get home
Fightin' these demons, just me, I'm alone
Focused on money, stop callin' my phone
I hop inna stu just to write all my wrongs
They told me keep goin' I'm the ticket
Ain't takin' it to 12, play charades, make all the pigs kick it
I stay out the way, don't worry bout' y'all
You watchin' my story and all in my mentions
For what, I don't get it
I'm just goin' up trust and believe this just beginnin
You had the ball, then you turned it over
Can't control the rock, lil' nigga, you missed it
Gotta dyke shooter that play for the Mystics
Told me be nice, but I can't, that's embarrassing
I'm hittin, she call you lil' bro, stop comparin' us
Ain't no competition, so chill on comparisons
Can't go out sad, cause these niggas be fearin' us
I'm checkin' everything, rockin' this Nike
Throw me the Oop, I'ma finish, no Mikey
We could be friends, Kayy, don't do no wifey
Could give two f*cks if you do or don't like me
Uh, nd that's just the facts
Get some real money, stop shootin' them craps
Bust ah real move, stop cappin' in raps
Nd you ain't my brother, you can't get no dap
I can't even ride unless you got strap
It was just me and Ron had qp inna back
I swear ian lying, put CG on my back
It ain't the same no more, I been through the rain
They playin' these games, Ian with it
I'm makin' it double, you know we ain't squashin' no beef
If it's money, I go out and get it
They cappin' just quit it, yeah, we got the stu in the room
Nd the mattress it's holdin' my millions
They watchin' my steps, done seen how I scored
But I keep my moves tight on my head like a fitted
My flow just too different, I need seven digits
I can't say too much, cause these niggas be snitches
I got different options, can't make a decision
They keep on side watchin, but don't see the vision
Nd I'ma keep goin, they say Kayy be flowing
I got me some wings, look up, might see me soarin
I stay inna cut, just know my life ain't boring
Y'all really stay postin' y'all business be drawin' em
I got off my ass nd I got to a check
Get in my way, catch a shot to the neck
Yeah, I love my lil' Glock, but got choppas on deck
Nd I got what you need, come and shop with the best
Opps hit my block four times inna row
But they lost every time, yeah, this shit like a sweep
Bought me some new Gucci runners to beat up the block
Cause them red bottoms hurtin' my feet
Two phones like I'm Gates, one for the head
Nd the other only ringin' when it's a drop
It's time to crank, now I'm settin' up shop
Plug like Chris Paul, how he pass me the rock
Check my paperwork, I been ah shooter
What I look like gettin' out of jail tryna box
Slime time, cut the lights when you park
Pull that mask down, I look like Swipa the fox
Out the feds, I was sellin' that BaBa
Can't home to niggas talkin' that rah-rah
All these free cars, my hood look like a car lot
Push up on em, turn that nigga to Zaza
Stay in my hood, on the block, or the stu
You not with the gang then you might be the move
My pocket on swole, yeah, I barely can move
Flex with that money, work out with my tool
It ain't the same no more, I been through the rain
They playin' these games, Ian with it
I'm makin' it double, you know we ain't squashin' no beef
If it's money, I go out and get it
They cappin' just quit it, yeah, we got the stu in the room
Nd the mattress it's holdin' my millions
They watchin' my steps, done seen how I scored
But I keep my moves tight on my head like a fitted
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English

CG
Ayee Kayy, Ayee Kayy
CG Kayy onna the beat, nigga
Session eight Baby
It ain't the same no more, I been through the rain
They playin' these games, I ain't with it
I'm makin' it double, you know we ain't squashin' no beef
If it's money, I go out and get it
They cappin' just quit it, yeah, we got the stu in the room
Nd the mattress it's holdin' my millions
They watchin' my steps, done seen how I scored
But I keep my moves tight on my head like a fitted
It really been different all over the city
Just give me a reason nd I'ma get busy
I'm spinnin' these niggas, don't care if they dizzy
Get one up on me, man, I swear that y'all silly
Hopped inna free car just to get home
Fightin' these demons, just me, I'm alone
Focused on money, stop callin' my phone
I hop inna stu just to write all my wrongs
They told me keep goin' I'm the ticket
Ain't takin' it to 12, play charades, make all the pigs kick it
I stay out the way, don't worry bout' y'all
You watchin' my story and all in my mentions
For what, I don't get it
I'm just goin' up trust and believe this just beginnin
You had the ball, then you turned it over
Can't control the rock, lil' nigga, you missed it
Gotta dyke shooter that play for the Mystics
Told me be nice, but I can't, that's embarrassing
I'm hittin, she call you lil' bro, stop comparin' us
Ain't no competition, so chill on comparisons
Can't go out sad, cause these niggas be fearin' us
I'm checkin' everything, rockin' this Nike
Throw me the Oop, I'ma finish, no Mikey
We could be friends, Kayy, don't do no wifey
Could give two f*cks if you do or don't like me
Uh, nd that's just the facts
Get some real money, stop shootin' them craps
Bust ah real move, stop cappin' in raps
Nd you ain't my brother, you can't get no dap
I can't even ride unless you got strap
It was just me and Ron had qp inna back
I swear ian lying, put CG on my back
It ain't the same no more, I been through the rain
They playin' these games, Ian with it
I'm makin' it double, you know we ain't squashin' no beef
If it's money, I go out and get it
They cappin' just quit it, yeah, we got the stu in the room
Nd the mattress it's holdin' my millions
They watchin' my steps, done seen how I scored
But I keep my moves tight on my head like a fitted
My flow just too different, I need seven digits
I can't say too much, cause these niggas be snitches
I got different options, can't make a decision
They keep on side watchin, but don't see the vision
Nd I'ma keep goin, they say Kayy be flowing
I got me some wings, look up, might see me soarin
I stay inna cut, just know my life ain't boring
Y'all really stay postin' y'all business be drawin' em
I got off my ass nd I got to a check
Get in my way, catch a shot to the neck
Yeah, I love my lil' Glock, but got choppas on deck
Nd I got what you need, come and shop with the best
Opps hit my block four times inna row
But they lost every time, yeah, this shit like a sweep
Bought me some new Gucci runners to beat up the block
Cause them red bottoms hurtin' my feet
Two phones like I'm Gates, one for the head
Nd the other only ringin' when it's a drop
It's time to crank, now I'm settin' up shop
Plug like Chris Paul, how he pass me the rock
Check my paperwork, I been ah shooter
What I look like gettin' out of jail tryna box
Slime time, cut the lights when you park
Pull that mask down, I look like Swipa the fox
Out the feds, I was sellin' that BaBa
Can't home to niggas talkin' that rah-rah
All these free cars, my hood look like a car lot
Push up on em, turn that nigga to Zaza
Stay in my hood, on the block, or the stu
You not with the gang then you might be the move
My pocket on swole, yeah, I barely can move
Flex with that money, work out with my tool
It ain't the same no more, I been through the rain
They playin' these games, Ian with it
I'm makin' it double, you know we ain't squashin' no beef
If it's money, I go out and get it
They cappin' just quit it, yeah, we got the stu in the room
Nd the mattress it's holdin' my millions
They watchin' my steps, done seen how I scored
But I keep my moves tight on my head like a fitted
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Writer: Kenneth Scott Jr
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