The Chang

(アルバム： SINsational - 2021)

Grandson (Who?), Nef
Tell him, tell him you looking for him
I'ma always look for him, 'til the end (Where he at?)
We all we got (Tell him)
Say that (Tell that nigga, bro)
Nef the best I ever seen (Tell that nigga one time, man, what you got to say to him?)
Huh? (I'm finna send this shit to him)
Tell him I love him, wherever he is
Boy, that's the first I ever heard you ever say that my whole life (Aww)
Killa Bo, I love you (What the fuck?)
Yeah, it's the truth, though
This nigga, ah, hell no
(I love you, Killa Bo)
I know you do (Ah, that's some bull—)
Bitch
(Ayy, Bayzilian, you make this beat?)

You better keep your composure if them people on you
And if you see a skit, don't get to speaking on it
It's over fifty in this chop, I be tweaking on it
My cousin fucking with a sucker, I don't speak to brodie
When I lost Lil Joc, it made me wanna cry
I wanna hit them niggas' block and have a fish fry
Double F still untouched, fuck the other side
I know my brother up there lit, it was a red sky
I feel the Lord been testing me, but my patience small
I still got time 'cause I know he got some blessings involved
Key my brother, I pick up the phone whenever he call
Touch one of my dawgs, a nigga getting the paws
Bitch, we'll beat your block like six-fifteens
My daddy was on the stove cooking cream, no wheat
I was on the road for way more than a week
So much money, had to FedEx it back to the V

(We didn't even fuck, so what's the point?)
No, I'm not gonna, I'm just gonna spit and act like I'm fucking him (No)
He still gonna think like I'm, it's in the vagina

I send her like a boomerang, she come back to a P
And she don't never try to tell, guess it's the macking in me
Tryna speak to the youth with my voice on the flutes
Teach 'em 'bout some property, go buy a house or two
I'm more dapper than Dan, hats off to dude
I made her pussy get wet, she's not off the lube
I made a hundred thousand dollars all off the Tube
And I still get slices from Apple too
His wordplay make nerds say, "He like Dre"
She threw up off a Perc-10, fucking lightweight
Suckers buying it, I'm starting not to like Bape
Y'all niggas wearing y'all bitch clothes, it's a drag race
I got a Nike shoebox, never had Chase
Ask my kids 'bout they pops, bitch, they dad great
Niggas broke and on dope, I cannot relate
I'm a P-I-M-P, I am not your date
I'ma get the fur on, make the whole world do pills
My mama with the shit, she know her baby boy doing drills
Floyd Mayweather, I don't read the price for real
He was giving off narc vibes, it is not a deal
Blap Dre told me back up and let the beat breathe
Make a ho work, work, work, work, RiRi
When an iPhone chirp the only time I get a tweet
You hang out with nerds and Topflight security
I can still go, I ain't ran out of shit yet
Lost my dawg to the system, fuck the vet
I keep surprising bitches like, "What's next?"
Sleep is for the weakest, I don't get rest
I got Hi-Chew weed that'll hurt your lil' chest
I don't plan on dying young, I ain't wrote a will yet
I got money stacked up for my babies, on the set
So if I ever leave this bitch, my loved ones gon' be set, ugh