Everything Changed (feat. Stevie-E)
Everything changed, had to get up go n get it
I ain't never lackin bitch you know I'm on my pivot
From the forty-two, at the bottom of the trenches
I got a lot of love but I'm getting to the business
Fuck-ass niggas fin to keep on hating
I ain't never droppin, on my way to be the greatest
Hell nah mafucker never been basic
Homie Jake Mack back-to-back fin to blaze em
Yeah, forget all the Fendi and Prada, I just spent everything on marijuana, ay
This aint a plant, I'm no gardner, ay
This is a crop, I'm a farmer
Got four down to the G-string so I play em like Carlos Sanatana
N I'm filling an empty cigar up, ay
Getting topped off like an Impala ay
Fuck the rules and the competition
Bra they wasn't wit it when it was a vision
Nah fuck em all
Stayed on position, no pot to piss in, I went on a mission
Now you know this shit can hectic
Bust in this bitch like appendix
Got four down to the G-string so I play em like I'm Jimi Hendrix
Experience, but lets not get into the metrics
Too many forensics, three exes
I got the same fuckin problem as Kendricks
I love bad... Yeah you know the sentence
That head took all of the senses
Gotta be so overly censored
Wifed up but I know she remembers
Everything changed, had to get up go n get it
I ain't never lackin bitch you know I'm on my pivot
From the forty-two, at the bottom of the trenches
I got a lot of love but I'm getting to the business
Fuck-ass niggas fin to keep on hating
I ain't never droppin, on my way to be the greatest
Hell nah mafucker never been basic
Homie JAKE MACK back-to-back fin to blaze em
On my way up, to the money I be racing
I been on a mission for the dreams I'm chasing
I swear to god I got a lot of hella dedication
You dont understand, I aint tryna be famous
Fuck the other side, I don't play no games
I dare somebody try me, you aint reaching for the chain
Leave em all dead, rest in peace to your gang
Everybody finna drop, you don't go against the grain
Been up in my own lane, we don't do it for attention
You be on the sideline sitting on the benches
Check the background, you don't know how we living
Said he want the smoke, he don't really want the friction
Everything changed, had to get up go n get it
I ain't never lackin bitch you know I'm on my pivot
From the forty two, at the bottom of the trenches
I got a lot of love but I'm getting to the business
Fuck-ass niggas fin to keep on hating
I ain't never droppin, on my way to be the greatest
Hell nah mafucker never been basic
Homie Jake Mack back-to-back fin to blaze em
I ain't never lackin bitch you know I'm on my pivot
From the forty-two, at the bottom of the trenches
I got a lot of love but I'm getting to the business
Fuck-ass niggas fin to keep on hating
I ain't never droppin, on my way to be the greatest
Hell nah mafucker never been basic
Homie Jake Mack back-to-back fin to blaze em
Yeah, forget all the Fendi and Prada, I just spent everything on marijuana, ay
This aint a plant, I'm no gardner, ay
This is a crop, I'm a farmer
Got four down to the G-string so I play em like Carlos Sanatana
N I'm filling an empty cigar up, ay
Getting topped off like an Impala ay
Fuck the rules and the competition
Bra they wasn't wit it when it was a vision
Nah fuck em all
Stayed on position, no pot to piss in, I went on a mission
Now you know this shit can hectic
Bust in this bitch like appendix
Got four down to the G-string so I play em like I'm Jimi Hendrix
Experience, but lets not get into the metrics
Too many forensics, three exes
I got the same fuckin problem as Kendricks
I love bad... Yeah you know the sentence
That head took all of the senses
Gotta be so overly censored
Wifed up but I know she remembers
Everything changed, had to get up go n get it
I ain't never lackin bitch you know I'm on my pivot
From the forty-two, at the bottom of the trenches
I got a lot of love but I'm getting to the business
Fuck-ass niggas fin to keep on hating
I ain't never droppin, on my way to be the greatest
Hell nah mafucker never been basic
Homie JAKE MACK back-to-back fin to blaze em
On my way up, to the money I be racing
I been on a mission for the dreams I'm chasing
I swear to god I got a lot of hella dedication
You dont understand, I aint tryna be famous
Fuck the other side, I don't play no games
I dare somebody try me, you aint reaching for the chain
Leave em all dead, rest in peace to your gang
Everybody finna drop, you don't go against the grain
Been up in my own lane, we don't do it for attention
You be on the sideline sitting on the benches
Check the background, you don't know how we living
Said he want the smoke, he don't really want the friction
Everything changed, had to get up go n get it
I ain't never lackin bitch you know I'm on my pivot
From the forty two, at the bottom of the trenches
I got a lot of love but I'm getting to the business
Fuck-ass niggas fin to keep on hating
I ain't never droppin, on my way to be the greatest
Hell nah mafucker never been basic
Homie Jake Mack back-to-back fin to blaze em
Credits
Writer(s): Haris Nisic, Jake Mcardle
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