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Changed
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Changed was released on September 5, 2025 by Gotha Services as a part of the album Changed - Single
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelGotha Services
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alexander Gotha
Alexander Gotha
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Gotha
Alexander Gotha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Sway
Nick Sway
Producer

Lyrics

Wooo
Sheesh
Thinkin' you hot is a reach
**** don't listen, they leech
I brought my sand to the beach
I moved my fam to the east
Are we forgettin' we tried
I hope we get it in time
I'm on a mission to grind
Even if it's nine to five
Turn that to a double nine
Youngin' don't have to do crime
Get up on some real estate
**** Start buyin' land
Spit it hot like Sudan
****, I just had a plan
Little brother I'm a businessman
Came for business, man, hope you understand
On the other hand, stackin' rubber bands
Kickin' van dam, baby, handstand
When we jam, jam
Yn's blam, blam
Cause they talk less
In the darkness
But still confess, so you upset
But it's obsess for the success
Make you unrest, that's a gunned chest
That's a hole bruh, cold shoulder, it's over
Please watch out for cobras
The weights like a boulder
But, I'm hot like lava
On this hoot and holla
All this senseless violence
Do you shoot for the dollars
Do you love all the sirens
I'm like, let's go make progress
Baby Let's go viral
Put that head on a Bobble
Okay, you like a model
Hobble, gobble, and swallow
Really, we need the Bible
Baby, you know like I know
Whew! Sheesh
Damn, baby, what's it gon' be
Before I count to three
I Know you feel it in your spine
I know you love it from behind
I know you travel with a crew
I know you pop off, too
Baby, tell me you a freak
That's why I make you leak
Need I say that you fine
Dime plus ninety-nine
Let me tell you about the grind
Live by a set of rules
Don't follow any fools
Home Depot with the tools
Old Day,had a pack
Me and sway on the track
There's nothing, that I lack
And I thank God for that
And I thank God for this
I humbly admit
Even though I'm a shit
But it ain't bout me, bitch
But it's blessed on my wrist
Ice out on my fist
Chain cold as the watch
**** talkin' a pac
Hunnid round with a pop
You don't see I never stop
But I invest stock
**** talkin' but they lie
Written by: Alexander Gotha
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