Change Up

Uh, huh, uh, yeah, ya know it's the boy Wiz
Sometimes I gotta sit back and think, ya know
The audacity I have for these nggas man
Ya know but you know I just gotta
Focus on the positive, ya know
Cuz' the negative ain't gonna do nothin'
But you know what I'm sayin' bring me down
And I've worked too hard to get where I'm at
I can guarantee you one thing
I ain't going nowhere
I'ma be right here baby, 412
Uh, huh, and this the Prince, yeah, yeah

Homie we came up
Niggas hatin' cuz not havin'
Paper just ain't us
Take it from me, shit for free
Nobody gave us
Tired of strugglin' so we hustle to
Get the change up, yeah, yeah
Hustle to get the change up, yeah, yeah

Uh, look homie I'm from the ill-gritty
City where they kill plenty
Lost some niggas along the way
Some of em' still wit' me
So why don't ya'll come through
While the boys show you
How we livin' in the 412
Where young niggas got no
Intentions of workin' jobs
Cookin' that raw is they
Definition of workin' hard chop it, bag it
Hit the block and work it hard
Tired of strugglin', so we started hustlin'
Gotta bring that money in
Didn't wanna run the streets
But lookin' at an empty plate'll
Make a nigga wanna eat
And get up on his feet
Hustlin' and scramblin'
A will let the cold world make a man of him
And fam listen
Pay attention to who you 'round
Another man can never pull you up
But he can pull you down
This somethin' every real nigga can feel here
They hate me for the fact that I'm still here
(and I ain't going nowhere)

Yo, some say I mention drugs in
Every one of my songs
Not knowin' you ain't gotta be doin'
Wrong to get your hustle on
Long as you're goin' hard, I was taught
Growin' up in Pittsburgh
Shit it means, gettin' cake by any means
Niggas on that rap shit
Niggas on that crack shit
Most niggas will clap quick
End up on your back split
Some niggas will 9 to 5
And never make a pack flip
Tryin' to get that cheese
Some niggas end up on that rat shit
'Round here that's how you get
Sent into a back-flip
Nothin' else to be said
My niggas try and see bread
Tired of them stomach pains
Niggas try and keep fed
Fillin' up your pipe veins
Green for the weed head
City full of pipe-dreams
Believe me i been sold those
Heavy chronic habit
We gon' need the whole zone
I stay higher than the Ozone Layer
I'm from the Burgh, nigga don't go there

I never backed or run away
Slacked for one day
Had somethin' on my chest
And held back what i wanna say
That's how i wasn't raised, manned up quicker
The young boy grew up into a stand up nigga
Fuck you pay me, I demand them figures
I'm gettin' mine shorty, we young
Niggas on the rise
On the grind Shorty had enough of the lies
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes