Seasons Change
Look around my circle
It really ain't many in it
Dark times never last
Had a Hardaway
Like we was countin Penny in it
Trynna make my family proud
Like I got Penny in it
Automatics in the vaults
We tote semis wit it
Y'all niggas plottin on a downfall
You will never see
You all talk till you got that shirt on
Wit yo homie face
In cursive RIP
Fuck nigga you can not startle me
I stay wit the goons
They takin guard of me
Because it's all on me
Makin jail calls
Big homie I miss you
Few people can really understand
I ain't got time to entertain
The fuck shit
I'm trynna be a better man
I know when the rain comin
Like I'm the weatherman
Took hella loses
But fuck it imma bet again
If I see yo bitch tonight
She gettin wet again
Givin head again
And I got the nine tucked
Like the bed they in
The fuck
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Baby will you run from me
Can you see what the streets
Done to me
One hundred shots don't run dummy
We keep all in the family
That's that blood money
Gotta show you the way
Nobody showed me doe
I was just in the Oh three bumpin Greedo
Iont want the pussy unless comin free hoe
You tried to cross me
But I still kept it G doe
My niggas will buss yo head
One shot like a free throw
Who gone make it out alive
I bet it's me bro
These niggas don't know what it take
You was never in the field servin Jakes
Family wonderin where you at
Sorry momma I'm runnin late
This life chose me baby it was fate
This shit ain't up for debate
All I had was crumbs on my plate
I can't keep hearin wait
I been fightin for this shit
Movin violent for this shit
Make my way
Cause imma pilot round this bitch
While y'all niggas silent
Bout a brick
My bitch so thick
She love me I'm legit
We outside smokin trees
While we strapped up wit dem sticks
Imma dog how I make these flips
Need like two hundred on my wrist nigga
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Baby will you run from me
Twelve trynna take these guns from me
We keep it all in the family
That's blood money
Can't see you see
What the streets have done to me
One hundred shots don't run dummy
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Baby don't run from me
Baby don't run from me
Look what you done to me
Baby don't run from me
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Seasons change
Baby don't run from me
It really ain't many in it
Dark times never last
Had a Hardaway
Like we was countin Penny in it
Trynna make my family proud
Like I got Penny in it
Automatics in the vaults
We tote semis wit it
Y'all niggas plottin on a downfall
You will never see
You all talk till you got that shirt on
Wit yo homie face
In cursive RIP
Fuck nigga you can not startle me
I stay wit the goons
They takin guard of me
Because it's all on me
Makin jail calls
Big homie I miss you
Few people can really understand
I ain't got time to entertain
The fuck shit
I'm trynna be a better man
I know when the rain comin
Like I'm the weatherman
Took hella loses
But fuck it imma bet again
If I see yo bitch tonight
She gettin wet again
Givin head again
And I got the nine tucked
Like the bed they in
The fuck
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Baby will you run from me
Can you see what the streets
Done to me
One hundred shots don't run dummy
We keep all in the family
That's that blood money
Gotta show you the way
Nobody showed me doe
I was just in the Oh three bumpin Greedo
Iont want the pussy unless comin free hoe
You tried to cross me
But I still kept it G doe
My niggas will buss yo head
One shot like a free throw
Who gone make it out alive
I bet it's me bro
These niggas don't know what it take
You was never in the field servin Jakes
Family wonderin where you at
Sorry momma I'm runnin late
This life chose me baby it was fate
This shit ain't up for debate
All I had was crumbs on my plate
I can't keep hearin wait
I been fightin for this shit
Movin violent for this shit
Make my way
Cause imma pilot round this bitch
While y'all niggas silent
Bout a brick
My bitch so thick
She love me I'm legit
We outside smokin trees
While we strapped up wit dem sticks
Imma dog how I make these flips
Need like two hundred on my wrist nigga
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Baby will you run from me
Twelve trynna take these guns from me
We keep it all in the family
That's blood money
Can't see you see
What the streets have done to me
One hundred shots don't run dummy
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Baby don't run from me
Baby don't run from me
Look what you done to me
Baby don't run from me
When my seasons change
When my seasons change
Seasons change
Baby don't run from me
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Writer(s): Christopher Wood
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