Rambro the Bexgawd - Change Me

Yuh
Bro bloque o nin gun bloque
You already know how I rock
When I’m rocking
Yuh
You gotta be odd to be number one
Look
Why you trying to change me
I changed into the man that I am
If you don’t see it how I see it
You ain’t the man that I am
I stand tall
Under pressure niggas testing my hands
But they fearing shooting jabs
Gon make you less of a man
Let’s brawl out or ball out
We all in We all out
And I don’t need to mention
Yall could keep the tension
Cause we keep extensions
We wit all the smoke Nigga
It’s like a weed convention
Pull up let it smoke thru ya Mid
Now all Yo seeds is missing
Different kinda nigga
Wit a
Different kinda posture
A mobster
I’ll bring to la casa
Imposter
A Rasta
Depending on what for-ei-gn
He balling but what court he in
If I been the best
Where’s the audience
Not a minute left but a quarter inch
Should I go for it
Wit nothing to show for it
These bitches is so forward
Get them a Sho Ford
They’ll give you a show for it
Damn
I call it KARma
And I ain’t have to charm her to disarm her
I smoke from California
Little Brodie live in Vegas now
New Bitch on my mind Heavy
I swear I won’t her weigh me down
They gotta pay me now for my talents
Can’t balance it
I know my attitude gon confuse you
Just learn to challenge it
My love is unlimited for you
Just think of sandwiches
I’ll take you thru the hood girl
Why do you bad When you a good girl
Why you wanna medal wit my wood girl
I guess it’s all elective
But effective
You elected
It’s electric
Let’s slide girl
Back to that dope dealing
Them old feeling
D’s rush the spot for the work
Found poles in the ceiling
They know we gross a million
When they rushed it
Then we flushed it
We’ll make it all back tomorrow
I never had to ask to borrow
My Nigga Chuck
Real name Charles
A nigga worked it on him
Scene from outta fresh
But it ain’t lead him to his death
I know some niggas
That know some niggas
That owe some niggas
That owe some niggas
Stick to the code
Triple the O’s
I know some niggas that’s over niggas
I’m over niggas look em in they eyes
I’ll expose these niggas
From the heart
And I’m start
Wit the loved that I showed these niggas
You shake my hand
Talk behind my back
You a Mark
But not as sharp B
I’m known to get the bands
Throwing off D’s wit the car seat
You a bitch it’s in ya heart beat
You ain’t got that D N A
You had a low G P A
And yo bitch she Turned
C N A
Now you running plays for the D E A
Can’t let you in my circle
You trying to bring me in like a curfew
I’ll nerf you
You niggas is Cotten soft
Like Cotten balls
Who ever wear the crown
Ima knock it off
You niggas ain’t popping off
Or popping in
Don’t call me unless you copping ten
That’s common sense
Since I got to the baby
I ain’t wear a condom since
Climb the fence
I’m out the park
Just like the major league
Post a pic Post wit yo bitch
She probably save the feed
The real right niggas
They on the East side
And if you endore
Make sure u sure
Just like it’s seaside
You gotta realize

Written by:
Daniel Lewis

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