Improvised / Change

(Yeah!)

Back at this stuff, you can call me a reaper
Man I was busy, she called me an easer
Now that we met, she been into me
Past few days, she call me a pleaser
Alla ya people, y'all been a sleeper
Slept on my tracks, call you a deciever
You all sleeping beauty but I'm not a kisser
I'm making new methods, they call me the caeser
I'm going slow even-though Imma pacer
I'm tryna quality, become a chaser
Whenever she listen, I always amaze her
And when I come over, she call me a saver
Certified lover but your not a boy
Came out a lesbian, come with your toy
My name gonna sail, I'm becoming popoye
Again and again, man I'm gonna woi
I'm tryna win, but you cannot take it
Y'all in positions and I'm tryna break it
You think that you made it, you ain't even started
Race to the finish line, come with your garbage (garbage)
Made a few dollars, I wanna thank God (God)
People my age, don't even wan start (start)
All they impressed on alla these rappers (rappers)
But alla these rappers done write there own songs (songs)
Man I am proud cause I wrote on my own
Made on my own, sold on my own
Aint never gone, I always float
On alla these beats, they call me Popov
This rythm gone rock, they call me the cure (cure)
I gotta be sure, that I'm in that whore (whore)
Get to the top, then I will get everything
I've ever wanted, I'll beat em in anything
She told me she wanted, I said I'll do something
Bring over a homie, but you gon get nothing
I gotta be better, I gotta be strong (strong)
I gotta face hardships to get where I want
Got fam in Irrelevant, alla them want
To eat on one table and thats what I want (want)
This just the intro, this the beginning
Next time I try, I'll start regaining
Myself and I, that's what I'm not praying
We make it together, that's all what I'm saying (saying, saying.)

Propaganda for the racism
Every other brother killed when they facin em
Hands shaking when I write about this
But when bullets be fired, they getting too confident
Mass shooting, turned in their reality
Law's equal, but the good don't face tragedy
Merit for good is defined by the feds
Somebody dying's a reality check
"mama I told u I'd go to that college"
Said my brother fore his dreams were acknowledged
Fore he got shot in the streets of St. Louis
And the officer wasn't dismissed, exclusive
Are the states of America, really united?
I question these people, they even ignited?
Or do they jus see it happening in the streets
Then go to there bed and have sweet dreams
Face of the youth can answer these questions
Alla the saviors turned into threatening
Man I see the speech, but is that free
Or do we need CHANGE? or just let it be?
Face of the youth can answer these questions
The bullet just gets through, no asking for raising
My hands or my arms, man ill just accept it
Gotta be strong, so my death has a message (message)