Changed – Damar Jackson

A nigga changed on a nigga
Done changed on a nigga, whoa-oh
Done changed on a nigga, whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Done changed on a nigga, whoa-oh

First nigga to say I wouldn’t change
Soon as I got my change, I changed
Soon as I got the bread, I changed
Had to get out the hood, I changed, oh-oh
Changed on a nigga, oh-oh
I done changed on a nigga, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I done changed on a nigga, ah

Walking in the club for a walk-through
Sippin’ out the bottle, not a glass fool
I be fucking bitches that belong to you
Just sitting in that sauce like the pasta do
I be having everybody leaking
Fucking with the stripper for the weekend
Smoking on that indo like rasta
These bitches done said I’m a monster

First nigga to say I wouldn’t change
Soon as I got my change, I changed
Soon as I got the bread, I changed
Had to get out the hood, I changed, oh-oh
Changed on a nigga, oh-oh
I done changed on a nigga, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I done changed on a nigga, ah

Still won’t put my money in a bank account
Bought my bitch a Rover, had to count it out
She tell me that she love me, bitch please
If she leave, I got the keys
I don’t know what the world coming to
My little cousin said she like bitches too
So now we fucking strippers every weekend
My grandmama said I’m a heathen

First nigga to say I wouldn’t change
Soon as I got my change, I changed
Soon as I got the bread, I changed
Had to get out the hood, I changed, oh-oh
Changed on a nigga, oh-oh
I done changed on a nigga, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I done changed on a nigga, ah