CHANGES

(album: FUCK YO SUMMER - 2022)

(Are you in the mafia?)
(Marc Madness, let's go crazy)
(Am I in the what?)
(Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime)
(I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up)

I've been going through some bullshit, it's time to make some changes
Gotta move out the city 'fore I make a nigga famous
Pay attention to them niggas cracking jokes 'cause they dangerous
And the ones who fake happy, see this shit from different angles
Doing the dash in the Demon, but I'm riding with my angels
You don't need the body shop, I make my lil' niggas come paint you
It used to be the baking soda, now we use the game changer
Her life moving so fast, let's see how quick the game change her
Ain't this shit ironic how I'm blowing on exotic?
The world think I'm iconic, I'm just looking for the Roxies
In reality, I don't fuck with you niggas, I'm a Nazi
Pull up in a drop Benz the color of an Oxy'
I'm just spotted in the latest Amiri, I'm a model
I don't want no fucking cups, bitch, I'm drinking out the bottle
I made it to the top, do this shit for the bottom
Thirty-two for this bottle, taking hundred-dollar swallows

You little niggas better not push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I ain't tryna lose my life to a gun or the feds
That's where I'm headed if I don't think ahead
So I gotta make some changes 'cause I still got a chance
I been low-key for a minute, now it's time to pop my shit
Spent ten thousand on a 'fit, all in Louis, it wasn't shit
I ain't doing no shows 'less I get in with the stick
Some my niggas taking hits, some my niggas play with bricks

Lately, I been paranoid, I don't leave without the blick on me
Got it on my own, I ain't never had no big homie
Cook the only nigga showed me how to put the mix on it
It's up to you to sell it and it's up to you to sit on it
Bitch, stop blaming all these niggas for your poor decisions
Cut them niggas off, get in your bag, get some tunnel vision
Some niggas that's dealing ain't gon' never make it to a chicken
Naw, this ain't Aaliyah, but the boy one in a million
My mind feel trapped in this space, I need to get away
Take me to a place where hoes move with grace
These Yeezys I got on look like I'm 'bout to race
I can't pass this weed, I'ma face
You should see the look on they face when I slide through
We'll hop right out on a nigga at the drive-thru
My son big as hell, look how time flew
I know you bought yours plain, but mine blew
Don't tell these haters what you got in the works
They gon' fake, they gon' perp, try to hit you where it hurt
I can't stand I ain't around most of my niggas from the start
Sick my granny broke my heart
She ain't get to see my music on the charts
Sometimes, I do stupid shit, but I'm really smart
Me and you grew apart and that's all up to the tables
I stepped out myself, seen I need to make some changes
Shit real, we need to face it

You little niggas better not push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I ain't tryna lose my life to a gun or the feds
That's where I'm headed if I don't think ahead
So I gotta make some changes 'cause I still got a chance
I been low-key for a minute, now it's time to pop my shit
Spent ten thousand on a 'fit, all in Louis, it wasn't shit
I ain't doing no shows 'less I get in with the stick
Some my niggas taking hits, some my niggas play with bricks

(Marc Madness, let's go crazy)