Change
I sold it all in broad day
Booked me a couple cars and fucked a couple broads that I won't name
I stepped into a cold game
Heart made of gold with a mind that's sharp enough to leak a whole vein
It's just to cut them out the picture
Hustled 'til I got richer
Smoked a few with my niggas and picked some fights with some killers
Flow tight as Manila
Hoes white as vanilla
I don't lie for a filler
Stepping over these pillars thinking
Fuck 'em
I would rather just cut 'em
Bitches tell him they love him and niggas just want something
It could look like a nigga winning
Look like he got something
Look like a nigga fine but deep inside he'll be nothing
And you tell him you wan' be him or be something just like him
And don't understand his pain, like how is fame not enticing
Boy you got everything you need, any woman you want
You could shine on the outside but his heart is four in the morn'
But I heard that's just what fame does
It don't really change us
But make the people 'round you turn up on you till you change up
You don't really gotta change much
You could stay the same but
One day you gon' be something
Something that they can't touch
God bless the child that could hold his own
God bless the woman that could hold patron
God bless a home girl that drove us home
No strings attached like a chord less phone
With all this shit I gave I should be richer or spoiled
But I like being able to take my sister to malls
Stopped trynna get rich, it's just a given I'm on
Bitches love how I spit, I leave my niggas in awe
Just trynna bring a different feeling
Bring 'em some sort of healing
It feel's like nobody for you or ain't too many that's willing
I felt it too many times to sit here and try to lie
Like I was always that nigga like I wasn't getting by
Once upon a time
When things wasn't as cozy
These niggas just ain't buy or these bitches ain't know me
It felt like times was getting hard
Shit was getting lonely
I took it to the heart, feel like that's my mistake only
Then I got passive aggressive
And passed up on messages
I should of been reading
But wasn't receptive
I know they gon' change
I'm watching it happen
They dropping like shells
And I'm not finna catch 'em
God bless the child that could hold his own
God bless the woman that could hold patron
God bless a home girl that drove us home
No strings attached like a chord less phone
Heathens always on the prowl scheming for loot
Totin' guns look for any reason to shoot
Some only tough when you see 'em walk deep in a group
Catch one by himself
Hear him cop a plea for his troops
Stomp his head out
Then I make him bleed from my boot
Flew in a coupe
Speeding, blowing weed out the roof
Dressed in all black like a Vice Lord
I need advice Lord
My thoughts trapped in a psych ward
Obituaries became habitual
I carry pain Mary Jane everyday ritual
Healthy talks with generals
Come from dirt we minerals
Even though we bent a few to get us through
Trynna climb out the soil
The grind is a toil
Having shit bubbling I want mines in a boil
I wanna see all of us shining like royals
Skin glowing, rubbed down with diamonds and oil
Let me hear that
Booked me a couple cars and fucked a couple broads that I won't name
I stepped into a cold game
Heart made of gold with a mind that's sharp enough to leak a whole vein
It's just to cut them out the picture
Hustled 'til I got richer
Smoked a few with my niggas and picked some fights with some killers
Flow tight as Manila
Hoes white as vanilla
I don't lie for a filler
Stepping over these pillars thinking
Fuck 'em
I would rather just cut 'em
Bitches tell him they love him and niggas just want something
It could look like a nigga winning
Look like he got something
Look like a nigga fine but deep inside he'll be nothing
And you tell him you wan' be him or be something just like him
And don't understand his pain, like how is fame not enticing
Boy you got everything you need, any woman you want
You could shine on the outside but his heart is four in the morn'
But I heard that's just what fame does
It don't really change us
But make the people 'round you turn up on you till you change up
You don't really gotta change much
You could stay the same but
One day you gon' be something
Something that they can't touch
God bless the child that could hold his own
God bless the woman that could hold patron
God bless a home girl that drove us home
No strings attached like a chord less phone
With all this shit I gave I should be richer or spoiled
But I like being able to take my sister to malls
Stopped trynna get rich, it's just a given I'm on
Bitches love how I spit, I leave my niggas in awe
Just trynna bring a different feeling
Bring 'em some sort of healing
It feel's like nobody for you or ain't too many that's willing
I felt it too many times to sit here and try to lie
Like I was always that nigga like I wasn't getting by
Once upon a time
When things wasn't as cozy
These niggas just ain't buy or these bitches ain't know me
It felt like times was getting hard
Shit was getting lonely
I took it to the heart, feel like that's my mistake only
Then I got passive aggressive
And passed up on messages
I should of been reading
But wasn't receptive
I know they gon' change
I'm watching it happen
They dropping like shells
And I'm not finna catch 'em
God bless the child that could hold his own
God bless the woman that could hold patron
God bless a home girl that drove us home
No strings attached like a chord less phone
Heathens always on the prowl scheming for loot
Totin' guns look for any reason to shoot
Some only tough when you see 'em walk deep in a group
Catch one by himself
Hear him cop a plea for his troops
Stomp his head out
Then I make him bleed from my boot
Flew in a coupe
Speeding, blowing weed out the roof
Dressed in all black like a Vice Lord
I need advice Lord
My thoughts trapped in a psych ward
Obituaries became habitual
I carry pain Mary Jane everyday ritual
Healthy talks with generals
Come from dirt we minerals
Even though we bent a few to get us through
Trynna climb out the soil
The grind is a toil
Having shit bubbling I want mines in a boil
I wanna see all of us shining like royals
Skin glowing, rubbed down with diamonds and oil
Let me hear that
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Writer(s): Sekou Goss
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