Change
This shit outlandish
Tryna smoke my pain away
Make it all vanish
This life hard
Didn't go down how i planned it
But still i gotta push through
And come out standin
I made my bed i got no choice
But to lay in it
Tryna get my pockets filled
Put a lot of pape in it
Think i ain't finna get to this bread
You niggas tweakin
And I'm goin through some things
That got me barely speakin
Runnin up my bag
Leavin haters speechless
My life deeper than rap
I gotta eat nigga
You can get yours
And Imma get mine
Rest In Peace to my niggas
They in the sky
RIP
Violence in my city
Since i was a baby though
If you ain't fed why you
Sittin at this table for
Nigga i was hella stoned
When i made this song
Get to the money
The fuck you waitin on?
Tell her throw that ass back
Nigga where the weed at?
Heard he got the bowls for the low
Bitch i need that
I still got a long way to go
And they wouldn't let us in
I had to kick down the door
Whatchu gotta prove?
I be seein all that internet
Gangsta shit like what
The fuck you lil niggas doin?
Only time you had clips
You was watching movies
Only time you was strapped
Was on Call Of Duty
Like niggas think this shits a game?
I got no umbrella through this rain
I gotta make this shit change
I gotta make this shit change
Tryna smoke my pain away
Make it all vanish
This life hard
Didn't go down how i planned it
But still i gotta push through
And come out standin
I made my bed i got no choice
But to lay in it
Tryna get my pockets filled
Put a lot of pape in it
Think i ain't finna get to this bread
You niggas tweakin
And I'm goin through some things
That got me barely speakin
Runnin up my bag
Leavin haters speechless
My life deeper than rap
I gotta eat nigga
You can get yours
And Imma get mine
Rest In Peace to my niggas
They in the sky
RIP
Violence in my city
Since i was a baby though
If you ain't fed why you
Sittin at this table for
Nigga i was hella stoned
When i made this song
Get to the money
The fuck you waitin on?
Tell her throw that ass back
Nigga where the weed at?
Heard he got the bowls for the low
Bitch i need that
I still got a long way to go
And they wouldn't let us in
I had to kick down the door
Whatchu gotta prove?
I be seein all that internet
Gangsta shit like what
The fuck you lil niggas doin?
Only time you had clips
You was watching movies
Only time you was strapped
Was on Call Of Duty
Like niggas think this shits a game?
I got no umbrella through this rain
I gotta make this shit change
I gotta make this shit change
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Writer(s): Mista Max
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