CHANGES
(专辑: 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)